I’m not big on year-in-review posts or summaries.

Honestly, I don’t enjoy writing them, and I definitely don’t enjoy reading them. To me, it feels like just another way to compare yourself to others, and trust me, I’m no exception to that. 😉 That said, I have to admit—this year feels different. Whether I like it or not, my thoughts have been dominated by motherhood and my son. And honestly, I’ve realized how much I’ve accomplished as a mother, as a human, and as an artist. And let’s not even talk about how much he has accomplished in just two years! Two years. It still feels surreal to say it out loud. Me—a mother? My son—how old? Two? What?? But it’s true. He’s two years old, which means it’s been two years of balancing huge responsibilities, an overwhelming amount of love, and let’s not forget—serious sleep deprivation. During all of that, my art practice has taken a backseat, which, if I’m honest, has been one of the toughest parts. Don’t get me wrong—I’ve been painting throughout this time. But it’s been different. My focus hasn’t been the same, my energy levels have been shot, my memory… well, half of it’s gone, and let’s not even get started on that thing they call “mom brain.” It’s been a rollercoaster ride, no doubt, but through the highs and lows, the good and the bad, the sunny and the dark days, I can’t help but say it: I AM SO READY for the next chapter. I’m not sure I’ve released a proper body of work this year. When I look back, all I see are unfinished projects, half-baked ideas, and lists of things I’ve jotted down as “to-dos” that haven’t been checked off. There are things I didn’t finish, things I did but could have done better. But let me be clear—I’m not beating myself up. I know how much I’ve accomplished this year. I know how merciful and challenging it’s been. I did the best I could with the time, tools, and resources I had. I TRULY DID MY BEST. But you know what? I’m ready to do my best… better.

I’m so fucking ready. I need my standards back.

PEACE!