For a time, I believed my art had left me. I moved to Colorado post graduating college, leaving it behind, and felt its absence like a quiet ache. But the truth is, it never left. My art was always within me—just a moment apart.

This show is not a collection; it’s a journey. A roadmap charting my reconnection with art and, ultimately, with myself. There was a time when painting felt like an effortless dance, a fluent dialogue between my soul and the canvas. But life shifted—I took a year away from creating—and that connection felt lost, distant, and like speaking to a stranger.

The process of rebuilding this relationship was both frustrating and beautiful. At first, I clung to familiarity, returning to floral patterns where I felt safe. But safety wasn’t the answer; my growth demanded discomfort. Slowly, I let go of control, leaned into experimentation and uncertainty, and embraced the imperfections. I found inspiration in a story about a stranded cosmonaut who learned to love an excruciating sound, turning it into a melody of survival. Similarly, I embraced the space between myself and my art, realizing we were never truly apart—just a moment away from rediscovery.

These works are not an end but a beginning—a raw and honest reflection of the journey to remember who I am as an artist. They capture the experimentation, the push and pull, the unlearning of old habits, and the vulnerability of starting anew. Each piece represents a step closer to remembering how to speak the language of painting and finding my voice again.

Through this journey, I’ve realized that art had always been within me. Even when I felt disconnected, it was never far. My art and I were always just a moment apart, waiting to reunite. This show is a testament to that bond, an exploration of the space between absence and presence, and an ode to the resilience of creativity.