The darkness is a space of letting go, of unraveling, of allowing destruction. From these painful transitions we emerge with even stronger wings made of grit and grace.

Sometimes painting is just prayerful movement. And that is enough.

I am a sensation of light, fire, bursting, shifting, cracking, floating, flowing. I am an eruption, an awakening, a monsoon of myself. I am a memory of eternal oneness.

Everything grows from darkness. It is the place that molds thought into form. It is the place that calls forth our creativity. It is where I have found my home.

One of the greatest acts of violence is not allowing someone to be who she is, including oneself.

From all the mishaps and missteps, my life has been presented with one persistent question, "How can I turn this burden into a blessing." Answering this question has become the guiding light in the inevitable, fruitful darkness.

From all the mishaps and missteps, my life has been presented with one persistent question, "How can I turn this burden into a blessing?" Answering this question has become the guiding light in the inevitable and fruitful darkness.