Sometimes you don't paint what you're feeling — you paint what you wish you could feel instead. 🌸
A few days ago, twin earthquakes hit Venezuela — my home country. I've been staying off social media to protect my mental health, but grief has a way of finding you anyway. I couldn't stop thinking. Couldn't stop feeling the weight of it.
After several days of not touching anything creative, I finally sat down with my watercolors. I didn't know what I was going to make. I just knew I needed to make something — because I was spending too much time inside my head.
So I painted flowers. Loose, layered, ink-and-watercolor blooms in every color I had. Coral and orange blending into each other. Soft pinks. That particular blue that feels quiet. I cut them all out by hand and just... sat with them for a while.
I don't know how to paint grief. I don't know how to mix that color. So I painted coral and blush and soft orange instead.
These flowers felt like the closest thing I had. A small, handmade offering. A way of honoring the people who were lost, and the ones still finding their footing.
This is what making has always been for me — not just a craft, but a place to go when words aren't enough.
If you've been following the news, you already know how heavy the last few days have been. My heart is with everyone affected — those searching, those waiting, those grieving.
Squeeze someone you love today. 💛💙🧡
