My Art 

This was my first painting, born on New Year’s Day. It became the first step in learning how to translate all this transformation into something that could reach others.

The physical and the spiritual are inseparable—two faces of the same truth—and we are merely the embodied echo of a foundation we once knew but have long forgotten.

When our thoughts change, our habits follow, and beneath the surface, we begin to transform.

We meet souls who touch us profoundly, sometimes only for an instant. Each encounter carries the potential for deeper insight or reflection—if our consciousness is open enough to receive it.

If our thoughts hold creative power, the energy they carry starts shaping reality on its own. When an idea or passion arrives, it wraps around us like warm light; our task is to learn how to harness it and direct its flow.

This painting grew from an Alan Watts lecture about the movement of energy. We shape our days around the rigid clockwork of time, obeying every second as if it owns us. But what happens if we loosen our grip and let energy take its own course? Life has a sense of humor—we become so accustomed to living by rules that we forget how naturally things arrive when we align ourselves with life’s own flow.

To think of the Divine as a single, fixed thing is, in many ways, a limitation of human perspective. When everything ultimately comes down to energy—fluid, dynamic, and ever-changing—trying to confine that vastness into one form, one idea, or even one symbolic “color” reduces its true depth. The more we attempt to define it in simple terms, the more we risk overlooking its complexity.

We all get excited about ideas and send out signals, but when our minds wander we create mixed messages—and chaos becomes the norm. How can we expect to get what we want if our signal is unclear?

We believe that holding on harder will make things fall into place and reveal light at the end of the tunnel. But clinging prevents us from seeing the present, which already shows clues of the future we seek. In stillness we can step back, notice what we missed, and let the signal start to rise.

​We move through life tapping in and out of different ideas and energies, barely brushing the surface of the endless opportunities waiting to be discovered—always present, even when we can’t yet see them.

Remembering is not merely the reshaping of thoughts, habits, or the rhythm of daily life—it is a return to something ancient within you. It is the quiet awakening of your power, the rekindling of a strength that once carried you beyond your own edges, into a higher way of being you never knew you could inhabit.

I did not simply remember my soul—I remembered the vastness of it, the boundless truth that I have never been confined. I have always been limitless.

​We hold luminous ideas that keep us aligned, yet when we let stray thoughts become the loudest signal, we lose our way—forgotten is the truer guidance we were never taught to hear.

There are moments when an idea or thought arrives like a spark of inspiration, and when we remain focused on the vision ahead, we begin to grow in whatever direction our soul calls us toward. It all begins with planting the seed of that intention and allowing it to grow freely—without force, without fear, and without attachment to how it unfolds.

This painting was inspired by a dear friend of mine — a gentle reminder that no matter how many miles, oceans, or seasons may stand between us, my spirit still walks beside her. Through every changing horizon and every silent moment, she is never alone, for a part of my heart will always travel with her, woven into the colors, emotion

We believe ourselves to be separate from the very consciousness that moves through us—wandering through layers of internal programming, speaking and acting as though the outer world exists apart from our inner being. Yet separation is only an illusion. We are woven into every moving part of existence, inseparable from the seen and unseen currents that shape our reality. Whether conscious of it or not, every thought we nurture, every emotion we carry, and every truth we feed our minds ripples outward into the greater field of life itself. In nourishing our minds, we are nourishing the collective consciousness from which we were never truly apart.

I am not always certain of the path beneath my feet, and there are energies that drift in and out of our lives like passing tides—currents we step into for a moment before finding our way back to the road we were meant to walk. At times, I feel as though I have wandered too far and lost sight of my direction, yet the path never truly disappears. It waits patiently for me, quiet and unwavering, asking only that I pause, remember, and acknowledge its presence so I may find where my soul is meant to step back on once again

I have realized that every seed I have created is now fruiting based on what I have imagined and invested my heart and soul in and now those are being showed to me through projections in my waking reality. I am not one thing, I am not one dimensional and as long as I stay on this path I will continue to create from my heart and build a world I wish to live in