Where do we belong, when the heart is a place of many places?

I once found my soul in the green of a distant shore, in the rough nature and the heartwarming culture that made Ireland so special to me.

For the first time in my life, I felt seen. I felt seen for who I truly am.

But seasons change, and so must we. It was time to go.

Leaving was a fracture, a silent scream across the sea— heartbreaking. For years, I locked the memories away. It was too much pain.

But time is a river, and memories fade, into soft washes of light and of shade. We learn to move on.

Look at the canvas now. Can you see how memories became atmosphere?

These fragments are echoes of where I have been. My past and my future, the seen and unseen.

Life is unfolding in spaces so new, and now I would like to invite you, too:

Between all the layers, white spaces and ink, you might find yourself, and a moment to think.