Leaning In | Art Works

Art has always been more than just strokes on a canvas for me; it’s been my sanctuary, a refuge where I could pour out my soul when life became overwhelming. But in May 2014, everything changed. That year marked the beginning of a journey I never anticipated—a journey through loss, grief, and ultimately, healing.

The sudden loss of my best friend, Karen, felt like the ground crumbling beneath my feet. She was more than a friend; she was my rock, my confidante—the one who understood me like no one else. Her passing sent me spiraling into a darkness I never knew existed.

In the aftermath, therapy became my lifeline. It was a tumultuous journey of confronting buried emotions and navigating through the wreckage of my heart. But amidst the chaos, there was a flicker of hope—a reunion with my high school art teacher, decades after our paths had diverged.

Her encouragement reignited a spark within me—a spark that had been dormant for far too long. What began as aimless doodles evolved into intricate, soul-stirring creations. Art became my companion through the sleepless nights and the endless void of grief.

From simple sketches to immersive, music-infused drawings, each stroke became a step towards healing. And as I shared my journey on social media, the outpouring of support was overwhelming. People resonated with my art—they found solace and comfort in its raw authenticity.

Today, as I look back on my journey, I realize that art has been more than just a form of expression; it’s been my salvation. Through canvas and color, I’ve found my voice again. I’ve learned that healing isn’t a destination—it’s a messy, nonlinear process filled with setbacks and breakthroughs.

So, to anyone who feels lost or broken, I want you to know that there is beauty in the brokenness. Embrace your journey, lean into the pain, and never underestimate the power of self-expression. Whether it’s through art, music, or words—find what sets your soul on fire and let it guide you back to yourself. Because even in the darkest of times, there is always a flicker of light waiting to be ignited.