Over a week’s worth of mornings, I felt the ground beneath me shift.
The architecture of my inner world rearranged in a way I could not ignore.
Everything around me took on an eerily unfamiliar tone—like a life I had already outgrown but was still standing inside of.

At the time, I didn’t understand what any of it meant.

I said goodbye to the two businesses I had spent years building and entered what would become the darkest void I’ve ever known.
Months of stillness. Months where nothing made sense and everything inside me was rearranging itself in silence.

Then one morning, I saw it on Pinterest—a luminous, heart-stopping aurora opal.
And in that instant, I knew my next step.

From there came the wood panels, the gold foil, the mica powders and inks.
A pristine white background.
My beloved sigil stamped cleanly at the center.
A new language forming through my hands before I had the words for it.

I’ve felt something larger than myself working through me in the creation of these panels—grids and mandalas that feel less like “art” and more like anchors for what’s coming next.

I believe they’re here to bring a different kind of beauty.
One that reminds us of the infinite nature of our souls,
and the infinite potential of the universe’s light.

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In deeply loving memory of Sidra Celestine Rubel ♥️