Reflecting on what is

I started dancing when I was four—jazz ballet, hip hop, street style. Back then, it was all about performance, precision, and being seen in a certain way. I loved it, but somewhere along the way, I lost touch with why I started in the first place.

These days, movement feels different. It’s no longer about applause—it’s become a way to come back to myself. A way to feel more, not less. Moving now is like therapy for me. It helps me listen inward, move through emotions, and find space in places that once felt stuck.

Painting has always done something similar. It's where I pour out what I can’t always say. Color, texture, and shape help me process what’s going on inside. Both painting and movement are how I heal, how I stay grounded, and how I keep exploring who I am.

This space is a mix of all of that—a magical mess, a work in progress, and a reflection of who I’m becoming. Sometimes the art and movement blend. Sometimes they don’t. Either way, it’s real, intuitive, and straight from the heart.