Art: Creation as Worship

My art was not born in certainty, but in searching. In seasons where the world felt heavy and my place within it unclear, creation became a way to breathe, to listen, and to remain present when answers were slow to come. Through long stretches of darkness and deep inner struggle, I learned that making—quietly, imperfectly—was an act of survival and a form of trust. Over time, that persistence gave way to something gentler and stronger: the recognition of a call not to escape the world, but to re-enter it with care. In answering the Lord’s invitation to create faithfully, art became how I healed, how I learned to see myself again, and how I now offer light back into a world still learning to hope.