“Collapsing Time”
A portal of presence.
This piece is where past, present, and possibility dissolve into now—
where dream and daylight hold hands, and the unseen takes form.
Each brushstroke carries the pulse of barefoot mornings,
☀️sunlight warming my skin as I dance with the Earth,
calling the future closer with every step.
It is a love letter to union—
of self, of timelines, of all the things I’ve studied, felt, and remembered.
Reflections became mirrors.
Mirrors became doorways.
And within them, I found myself again.
This is the map I followed.
The texture of magic made tangible.
A delicious unraveling of all the soft, sacred things
that were always meant to come together.
This is the visual of what it looks like in my perspective when collapsing timelines.✨
“Collapsing Time”
A portal of presence.
This piece is where past, present, and possibility dissolve into now—
where dream and daylight hold hands, and the unseen takes form.
Each brushstroke carries the pulse of barefoot mornings,
☀️sunlight warming my skin as I dance with the Earth,
calling the future closer with every step.
It is a love letter to union—
of self, of timelines, of all the things I’ve studied, felt, and remembered.
Reflections became mirrors.
Mirrors became doorways.
And within them, I found myself again.
This is the map I followed.
The texture of magic made tangible.
A delicious unraveling of all the soft, sacred things
that were always meant to come together.
This is the visual of what it looks like in my perspective when collapsing timelines.✨
