Delivering My First Prints🪶

January 5, 2026

“Energy before order. Color before clarity.”

This week I deliver my first set of prints to the Pendleton Center for the Arts , a quiet but powerful milestone. This entry reflects on how far I’ve come, the fears I’ve stepped past, and the steady courage it takes to begin again.

This step feels simple when spoken aloud, but it carries years of weight, years of hesitation, rebuilding, rediscovering my voice, and learning to trust the ground beneath my feet again.

There was a time when this felt impossible. Too big. Too exposed. Too vulnerable.

But here I am now, preparing work that is fully mine, packaged, signed, ready and walking it into a space that invited me in. A space that recognized value in what I create before I fully recognized it myself.

This is a milestone I’ve held quietly in my heart for a long time. A checkmark on a list I once wrote with trembling hands. Another fear stepped on and crushed beneath my feet like dry leaves on a winter path.

I’m not the same person who hesitated months ago. I’m steadier now. More rooted. More willing to take up space.

And as I prepare these prints, I can feel the shift, the sense that I am not just making art, but stepping into the life I’ve been building toward all along.

Later this week, I’ll walk through those doors with my work in hand. Not as a visitor. Not as someone hoping to belong. But as an artist bringing her creations into the world.

And that, for me, is everything.