What is justice?

These are the words I have right now, a swirling, mashed up mix of statements and poetry.

I thank my younger self for holding onto hope, even when she thought she had stopped believing in a better future.

What do you see? Let's make meaning together!

Reflecting on the first artwork in my Cycle Breakers series

There are people who love me for who I am and want me to be free. I want me to be free.

There is fire running through my veins. And I'll say it in paint.

I have hope. I find hope, over and over and over again. But maybe today, I just want to acknowledge how tiring that’s been.

I won't hide this. I've suffered alone and too many survivors suffer alone.

Yes, something so cracked can survive. I know that now.

Oh, the dualities of decision-making!

I choose honesty over sugar-coating and looking the other way.

For a while, I think I wished I could just enter some cocoon like a caterpillar and emerge a butterfly one final time. Dearest Doodle...

Life is lived in the in-betweens, in the messy, in progress, in the here and now, one moment at a time.

To choose to believe in something in this enigmatic universe, so much unknown, takes courage.

Making sense of existence.

After our wedding day, I'm processing the grief interwoven with my happiness.

Digging has its place. Brick-laying has its place too. And so does floating.

The truth is this is just me being me and I bring who I am to what I do, no matter what I do.

There is magic in moving through the darkness. And when I say there’s beauty in struggle, I don’t mean that it always feels beautiful.