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“We were all humans until race disconnected us, religion separated us, politics divided us, and wealth classified us.” — Banksy I am choosing to share this seismic moment from my childhood because I see its shadow across continents—amplified, multiplied, and made more brutal. On the day I turned nine, I spent hours searching for my best friend, Copper. She was nowhere to be found. Eventually, my father told me he had shot her that morning. I was stunned. I had known this day

La Petite Mort has matured beside me for over a decade. The composition is inspired by a compilation of three self-portraits I took at the start of 2015 — the year that broke me. The photographs were originally taken for someone I loved. They were beautiful and meant to be cherished, not consumed. I saved them because I knew they deserved more, and that one day I would be able to elevate them. My first attempt came in 2016. I painted a small piece based on one of the images.

Life is hard. I learned that when I was far too young. I have been back and forth about how I should share this portrait and the reasons...

Bryllupsnatt i Geiranger is a tribute to yin—the feminine energy that shapes who I am. For much of my life, I struggled with self-worth. I could not see my own value. More than anyone, it is my children who have shown me that my nurturing, sensitive nature is not only valid—it is essential. Through them, I have come to understand that my existence matters. We have all heard the sayings: “Your worth is not measured by what you do, it is who you are,” and “Define success on

This piece began as a visceral need to create something unapologetically, savagely feminine. I let that urge take over, raw and...

Iris represents a deeply personal story of love, betrayal, and transformation. The three vertical petals, the standards, symbolize three...

For me, and I'm sure countless others, becoming a mother has broken me down and forced me to redefine and redirect like never before. My...

When I was a girl in Alabama, there was a print of Brudeferd i Hardanger (Bridal Procession on the Hardangerfjord) hanging in the foyer...

A reflective essay written for Ambi . Mother was The Woman the whole world had imagined to death. – Deborah Levy Becoming a mother was synonymous with putting my life in the hands of fate. Relying on hopes and dreams while making a life-long commitment to a person I had never met and would only learn to know with time felt like the ultimate form of letting go. It was terrifying and thrilling and by far the riskiest thing I had ever done. Historically, women have been expecte