Heartstorm got a makeover. She was the painting that brought me back to my love of creating art, and became a love letter to myself.

Small but hefty, and impossible to ignore. Concrete mini originals getting their final layers right now before dropping the first part of the collection. And this is just a small preview of what’s coming.

There's a moment right at the start of strain, before anything is decided, where you still get to choose. Hide the seam or honor it. Pretend it isn't there, or fill it with gold.

There's a tension this piece holds that I kept coming back to while making it: the pull between control and surrender, between order and chaos. Every layer started as a decision. Some marks were intentional. Some were mistakes. Some corrections became the best parts. That's the conversation happening here, between calm structure and disruptive energy, and the piece kept telling me where to go until it found its own rhythm.