The dance we do through life is never graceful the whole way through.
Sometimes it is chaotic, loud, reckless and exhausting. Sometimes it is soft, still and almost silent.
This piece is movement without instruction — emotions colliding, moments overlapping, memories bleeding into one another. The colours fight, the lines interrupt each other, yet somehow, they continue to exist together in rhythm.
That is life to me.
Messy. Beautiful. Unpredictable.
A constant dance between losing yourself and finding yourself again.\
No clear beginning. No perfect ending.
Just motion, feeling, survival and growth
