Breath Inside the Storm

This painting rose out of a moment when everything inside me was moving at once—

thoughts circling, energy spiraling, emotions flashing like light beneath water.

I let the brush carve through that storm.

I let the colors collide, clash, and collide again.

I let the chaos speak for itself.

In the center, a pulse forms—

a small gravity, a quiet knowing—

the place where intuition gathers before it becomes language.

Around it, the marks are fierce, unfiltered, unedited.

They are the sound of release.

They are the body remembering what it feels like to let go.

This painting is not an explanation.

It is a moment captured mid-breath,

a swirl of everything I was carrying,

finally given permission to move.