In Spirits of Change, I looked for that moment between letting go and stepping forward -the quiet strength of someone who knows transformation has already begun.

Change isn’t always loud or dramatic. Sometimes it moves through us like a slow current, reshaping what we are without noise or permission. The crackled surface became a reflection of that process; marked by time yet full of life.

She’s poised between eras, a spirit of resistance and renewal -unafraid, unapologetic, and alive.