I’m Still Standing

This piece holds things I don’t always have words for.

The tension between light and dark. The way the form stays upright, even though it’s fractured. The layers that don’t quite fit—but still belong.

Lately, I’ve felt the cracks in me pulsing louder than usual. The headlines. The stories. The way certain words can throw me off balance, even now.

I don’t need to explain why.

Just know this painting came from that place.

it’s also a joyful testament to the human spirit- and our ability to overcome.