Sentient
There’s a girl sitting on a stool—still, aware, sentient. The background is layered: bathroom tiles, blocks of color, flowers, and fine lines carving out depth like memories overlapping.
The hues—orange, salmon, blush, seafoam—aren’t just color choices. They’ve been living with me. They’re the emotional residue of long showers, quiet growth, and learning how to sit with myself....