

This collection is raw, honest, and imperfect translation of the human experience to canvas—inspired by a nuclear-like clusterf*ck of traumatic events having ignited a (self-coined term) "Functional Breakdown"—when very existence gets imprisoned by inducing physical and mental illnesses to impede the healing process.
So, grab a tissue and maybe even a snack, as you are about to witness how creativity has quite literally saved my life!—just as the song "Landslide" by (the Goddess) Stevie Nicks: you might 'see your reflection' within the letters strung together prompting each piece—a collection of life's complexities and vulnerabilities.

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EMOTIONS BROUGHT TO LIFE ON CANVAS
Turning traumatic experiences into empowered narratives: like an eight-tentacled expressive middle finger at the universe's infinite sh*ts & giggles with my soul—translating tear-laced letters-strung-together to canvas puts my invisible scars on display for letting others know they are not alone.
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