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A reflection on trauma, hope, legacy, and two paintings that ask us to witness what remains. My paintings often begin with a question. Beneath that question is another, larger one: What does it mean to be human? I do not believe that question can be answered alone. It asks something of the artist, but it also asks something of the viewer. Both must be willing to enter a vulnerable space—to look at grief without turning away, to recognize hope without denying darkness, and to

Exploring Fragmentation and Wholeness There is a difference between describing a person and defining one. Throughout our lives, we accumulate language that does not originate with us. Teachers evaluate our abilities. Doctors describe our symptoms. Psychologists interpret our behaviors. Social workers write case notes. Researchers reduce human experience into measurable variables. Each discipline has its purpose. Yet, I often wonder what happens when these borrowed words becom

By JUBA Something Blue, 2024 Art should not just be seen—it should be felt . In a world saturated with fleeting images and filtered...

The Weight of Three Binders When I was eighteen years old, my adoptive mother handed me three thick binders filled with hundreds of...

Art has always been a medium for expression, reflection, and communication. For those who have experienced trauma, art can become a...