Written in the Stars
Ever since I was small, the night sky felt like the first canvas I ever knew. I would sit outside, look up, and try to imagine what each constellation meant for the person born beneath it. Art was always around me. Sketching, painting, greeting cards, tiny illustrations on the corner of a page. I could lose myself in it for hours.
Years later, that childhood habit became something I could hold in my hands. I began painting star-dark skies onto canvas, then pressing pearl after pearl into place, one by one, to build the zodiac symbol at the center. Slow work. Deliberate work. The kind of work where time stops feeling like a straight line.
Every piece I make now carries a small piece of that same wonder. When I press pearls into place, I think of the person the piece is for, and I hope the finished work feels like it was always meant to be theirs. A little of me, a little of the sky, and a lot of the person who will finally hang it on their wall.
Thank you for letting me do this work, and for the patience it takes to make something worth keeping.