There are days when words fail.
When the weight of unspoken emotions sits heavy on your shoulders.
When even the most ordinary tasks ... the ones you do on autopilot,
start to feel like triggers.
You can’t quite name the feeling, but you know it’s there:
anger, exhaustion, pressure... history.
Today was one of those days.
And somewhere between the motions of everyday life and the quiet urge to scream,
I reached for a brush.
I didn’t plan this piece.
It erupted,
a burst of everything I’ve buried just to keep moving.
Every splatter is a confession.
Every color, a pulse of pain I never got to speak.
I almost called it “Unresolved.”
Because that’s exactly how I felt:
Fractured. Frayed. One step away from breaking.
But I didn’t break.
I created.
And that ...that is what transformed this piece.
This is Resolution.
The moment where chaos becomes clarity.
Where truth returns not through words…
but through color.
To the one who finds this painting:
May it remind you that even in your heaviest moments,
there is still a part of you choosing to heal.
That part is everything.