There are moments in life when everything quiets — when the noise fades just enough for you to feel what you’ve been holding back. This piece came from one of those moments. Not created with intention, but necessity. It’s more than paint on canvas — it’s a release. It’s truth.
This piece was born from a moment only the rain could hold.

It came from my own pain — not abstract or distant, but deeply personal. A raw chapter in my life where I had no words left, only emotion. The kind of sadness that doesn’t need to be explained, only felt. The kind that asks to be met in silence, without expectation. When the storm outside mirrored everything building inside, I let it pour. And I let myself fall with it.
There was safety in that downpour. Space to let the emotions rise and fall without judgement. In the rain, I didn’t have to be strong. I didn’t have to be seen. I just had to be honest. It allowed the freedom to heal beneath the waters — quietly, truthfully, and raw.
 
In the Rain, I Returned to Me is one of the most meaningful pieces in my entire collection. Every part of it holds a memory, a breath, a moment I lived through. It reflects what it means to break open — and somehow feel more whole because of it.
 
This isn’t just art. It’s a visual memory of coming back to myself. And if you’ve ever carried a quiet ache, held your breath through a storm, or found your strength not in standing tall — but in allowing yourself to fall apart — this piece will speak to you.