Made years after leaving a Pentecostal school in Louisiana. These were the beliefs I had to unlearn.

My final painting commission. A sibling portrait—and a quiet end to a long chapter.

A moment between endings and beginnings. A dried lotus pod, a hand, and the question of which direction to take next.

A self-portrait from a time before self-awareness—eyes shut, wounds visible. It marks the moment I learned to see.

A portrait of my friend Corine, left unfinished. She always searched for light. This is how I remember her.

Two final portraits—one of my husband, one of myself. A quiet attempt to paint the moment before thought.