iHeal…

Studio Notes, Entry One

I haven’t painted in a long time.
Grief, life, the weight of it all, it got in the way. A little over year ago, I lost my father, and something in me went quiet. Then came the quiet storms in my own mind. In my home. The kind you don’t always talk about out loud.

But I’m here.
And I’ve been through enough to say this without flinching: I get it.

If you’ve ever struggled with your mental health, or stood witness to someone you love trying to find their way through the fog, know this, you’re not alone. I’ve been there. Still am, some days. And while I’ll never tell anyone else’s story, I carry those experiences in the way I see, feel, and create.

I’ve always loved people. Probably more than I should. Empathy runs deep in me. It’s in my bloodstream. I feel everything. I carry what others drop. I listen long after the conversation ends.

And still, I want to create. I need to. Even in the silence, the calling hasn’t left me.
Art, in every form it takes, is how I come back to life.

I believe my work can hold space for others. Not just to look beautiful on a wall or on the body, but to feel like truth. To offer comfort. To remind us who we are.
I’ve realized that what I create isn’t just for show.
It’s how I heal.

And if you find something in it that helps you breathe a little deeper, feel a little less alone, then maybe that’s what it’s all for.

So this is me. Returning. Rebuilding. Creating again.
Not perfectly but honestly.

Welcome to the studio.