01/16/2026
2016 — ten years ago.
That year was a season of soul-searching.
A breakup that forced stillness.
A deep desire to make a name for myself.
An urgency to grow my art before I even knew what that fully meant.
I traveled solo to Los Angeles—danced endlessly, took photos obsessively, learned through movement, light, and solitude. I dreamed up events for dancers, not knowing if they’d ever happen, only that I had to try.
It was a time filled with insecurity, longing, and proving—mostly to myself.
A version of me searching outward for validation while quietly building something inward.
Now, I’m in a different place.
More confident.
Less reactive.
More purposeful.
Still creating—but with intention.
Still growing—but with grace.
This isn’t about who I was versus who I am.
It’s about honoring the journey it took to get here.
