”I paint more from feeling than from thought.”

A few years ago, something quiet and persistent within me said, “You need to start painting.” So I did—without a plan, without training, without knowing why. I followed feeling. I let color move where words couldn’t.

My work lives in the spaces between: softness and stillness, motion and memory, the inner landscapes we don’t always know how to name.

I use whatever medium feels right in the moment—acrylics, pastels, texture, gesture. What matters most to me is honesty. That the work comes from a true place.

To my surprise, people noticed. Friends, family, even colleagues asked if they could buy a piece. At first I was touched—and then, slowly, doubt crept in. Who am I to call this art? Who am I to charge money for something I barely understand myself? That voice got louder, and eventually, I stopped painting.

It’s been nearly five years now. But something inside me is shifting again. This time, I want to return differently. Not as someone who needs to prove anything—but as someone who is finally ready to honor the quiet truth: this matters to me.

I believe art is not just something we make. It’s something we listen to. Something we are.

🌸 Title: Where Petals Drift Without Permission

This piece bloomed in ten minutes, without a plan, without permission—just oil pastel on instinct. The flowers aren’t perfect, the water doesn’t follow rules, but that’s the truth of it.
It’s the way play looks when no one’s watching. The kind of beauty that doesn’t need to be asked for—just felt.

I’m no longer trying to be “good enough” or waiting to be told I’m allowed. I’m painting because it brings me back to myself. Because something inside me still wants to speak through color, through texture, through feeling. And that is enough.

Maybe you’ve paused something you love too. Maybe you’re waiting for the perfect moment, the confidence, the credentials. I don’t have those either. What I do have is the courage to return. Quietly. Gently. Honestly.

And maybe that’s all we really need.

Have you ever come back to something you thought you left behind?