12/08/2025
I painted her during a season when I was searching for something I couldn’t yet name.
Looking at her now, I can still feel the echo of that moment—
the way my hands moved before my heart could speak,
the way she seemed to arrive through color and texture
as if reminding me I was not creating her…
I was remembering her.
There’s a particular connection we form with the images that come through us.
This one has stayed with me—
a quiet companion, a mirror, a guide.
Her closed eyes feel like an invitation inward,
back to the place where the sacred first whispered my name.
