She didn’t choose art. It arrived before she had words. As a child, she mixed color like memory - not to make something pretty, but to make something true. She would sit for hours, completely still, painting feelings she hadn’t yet learned how to name.
“I Paint the Goddess You Already Are”
From Her Hands, To Your Home
“I don’t paint what I see. I paint what I feel. And what I feel is everything - ritual, memory, womanhood, wildness.”
