Flight

Flight, 16” x 20”, Old journal entries. Mixed Media on Canvas: Old books. Oil paint. Acrylic. Alcohol marker. Gel pen. Vintage jewlery pieces. Some of my own. Etc. 2026

If there is anything ive learned wholeheartedly in my life, its that if others keep running from you, and over and over again you find yourself alone, you have to be the very one that does not. For every single version of you that has ever been and will be, you have to be brave enough to see yourself entirely and stay.

In that void, is everything. Because you are everything. The entirety of you to explore. Once we are silent and listen without shame or judgement for our spirit, there is the key to everything you’ve been looking for. Loneliness was always an illusion, it was masqueraded fear to truly dive into the depths of your own soul.

We all owe it to ourselves to be the one that does not turn and run from the depths of our shadow, and the brightness of our light. No matter how painful, and terrifying it can be at times. On the other side, is everything. The light at the end of the tunnel would not be such a refuge without the long and tiresome journey through the darkness.

If we cannot do that for ourselves, how can anyone else? And how can we all show the ones we love that we can witness that light with them, and we will not run?

"FLIGHT"

Old journal entries. Old books. Oil paint. Alcohol marker. Gel pen. Vintage jewelry pieces and some of my own. Who knows what else