When pressure builds, I find myself turning to art. Writing through tears, watching to forget, listening for comfort, drawing with a kind of rage that slowly sets to peace. Expression doesn’t erase the emotion, but it steadies it. In making me confront what I’d rather avoid, I find release. Not escape, but acceptance.

Avalon is not a finding, but a document of an ongoing process of healing and searching. Named after the mythical island where king Arthur was taken, between life and death, peace and uncertainty, Avalon is a space of in-betweens. This ambiguity reflects my current state of mind and life. Constantly juggled between clarity and confusion, calm and pressure.

Set in the woods that appeared multiple times in my dreams, the juxtaposition between the soft greens and the fleeting red, a blend of greens and the jagged lines, depict a calming yet uneasy presence. This landscape allows you to wander without direction. To reflect on the past, to sit in the present, and dream of the future. In that process of exploring through my emotions and thoughts, I find things emerge, even if I might not know what it is at the time.

This piece is about letting that process happen. It’s about allowing stillness to have value. Learning that meaning and growth can come not only from achieving the result, but from the act of staying, feeling, and being. To let yourself get caught in a limbo.