June 21st, - September 17th, 2026

An exploration of the emotional and relational cycles that follow us through life, revealing how our deepest struggles persist and reemerge until they are witnessed, mirrored, or recognized by another.

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This exhibition includes selections from my personal journal, shared alongside the artwork as an invitation into the thoughts and emotions that shaped the work.

The journal entries offer a glimpse into the personal experiences behind the art, inviting viewers to reflect on their own relationship with vulnerability.

I am becoming exhausted by the internal dialogue I keep circling through.  I keep finding myself in relationships shaped by the need to be seen, to be chosen, and to prove my worth through being understood or held in a certain way.
But here I am again asking questions I already know will never be answered and I’ve started to wonder how long I am willing to remain in the space where I keep asking them anyway. 
There’s some part of me that still believes there must be a reason we keep finding our way back to the same conversation, only to be met with the same disappointments.  Each time we cycle through there is mirage of hope, but it never eases the uncomfortable realization that these questions may outlast the relationship itself.
What frightens me the most is that I recognize the pattern for I’ve been here before.  There is a strange comfort in repetition, even when repetition leaves bruises.  I’m still trying to understand what part of me mistakes pain for proof of connection.  How is it that what diminishes us can also feel like home?
I know something has to change. 
Maybe, I’ve been asking the wrong questions all along because asking the right ones would force me to see what I am not ready to heal in order to change and let go.  I need to acknowledge the bargain I have been making with my self-worth and ask whether I am finally ready to stop negotiating.

I have been grieving a future that only ever existed in my imagination.

One where we would build something together.

But the weight of that imagined future has become heavy, especially as it becomes clearer that we are not orienting ourselves toward the same horizon. You are moving toward your own life, and I am still holding onto mine.

Have I mistaken emotional intensity for emotional truth?

I suppose the deeper question is whether that intensity is revealing genuine compatibility or whether it is activating unresolved needs, fears, and desires that existed long before our paths intertwined?

You occupy my thoughts constantly and evoke profound feelings, some that trigger deep wounds and dormant hopes. The experience is undeniably intense.

Perhaps what has kept pulling me back was never the certainty of us, but the familiarity of what you stirred within me.  Maybe I have been searching for answers in you that were never yours to provide.

And that possibility unsettles me.

Because if the depth of my feelings is not evidence of our future, then I am left with a far more difficult question.  Am I falling in love with who you are, or with the hope that through you I might finally heal what has always felt incomplete within myself?

I have often wondered why another person can see wounds in me that I struggle to recognize on my own.  Why someone can become both a refuge and a mirror.  Why I feel safe enough to be seen, yet afraid of what is revealed.  Perhaps healing was never meant to happen in isolation.  Perhaps some parts of us only become visible when reflected back through a relationship.

This journey feels so confusingly beautiful because of what is being brought to the surface.

I cannot always tell whether we are walking the same path or separate ones.   Nor do I know whether we are meant to arrive together or simply accompany one another through a difficult stretch of road. 

But regardless of where life leads us, I hope one day we can look back and recognize that we were not each other's cure for the answer to wounds that existed long before we met.  We were something quieter and perhaps more beautiful than that.

We were witnesses.

We were mirrors.

We were reminders.

That even in the darkest seasons of our lives, another soul can sit beside us long enough for us to remember our own light.

And perhaps that glimmer from someone else's presence in that darkness is one of the most sacred forms of love there is.