I’ve been working regularly this year, building my brave, owning my style, my voice. Not just in my art, also in my spirituality, my body, my marriage, my friendships. It’s not going smoothly. It’s rough. I’m feeling unsure, clunky, and alone.
But these colors keep coming through. Vibrant. Strong. Alive. I think that’s me — all of us, really — underneath it all.