The Power of Joy

This piece feels like what joy would look like if it burst open and rained down — free, alive, and completely uncontained.

It was one of those rare paintings that came through me, not from me. I wasn’t chasing perfection — I was chasing feeling. And what came out was color, movement, and light, rushing forward like joy that couldn’t wait.

There’s a small flaw in the original. But somehow, that’s part of why it means so much to me. Even in its imperfection, it still pulses with life.

To this day, it gives me a surge in my chest — a reminder that joy isn’t always quiet. It’s powerful. It’s unruly.
And it wants to be felt.