Something is soul-stirring about beginning again. Not from scratch, but from the place within that has waited patiently, quietly—for decades. Recently, I set up a small art studio at home and picked up the brush, beginning to paint—a passion I’ve carried in my heart for years.
Being creative has always been my go-to for self-regulating and healing. It helps me stay connected to Source and grounds me. Thankfully, my creativity has taken on many forms over the years, including cooking, writing, designing, fashion, and hairstyling.

Artist Statement: This painting is born from a layered process — a hidden painting rests beneath this one, like an ancestor beneath the skin of the present. Guided by instinct rather than intention, I surrendered to the pull of bold colour and instinctive gesture. The red ground holds a sacred intensity, while the bursts of purple and gold emerge as energetic forms — wings, flames, perhaps even messengers. Eyes or portals appear, suggesting presence, perception, and prophecy. This is a painting about emergence — about the unseen becoming seen, about memory taking flight through colour, texture, and motion.
But painting feels different; it asks more of me. It requires more space—physically, emotionally, and spiritually and invites a deeper kind of surrender. There is a stillness within its vastness, and in that space, something sacred begins to emerge.
In my case, it was born from the whispers of my longing. I didn’t have the space or time to create in the way I truly wanted. My life had asked me to pour my creativity and energy elsewhere. But now, the conditions have ripened, and my inner artist has been allowed to reawaken.
Each morning, I rise with a sense of excitement, passion, and purpose that I can only describe as cellular. My hands are remembering, my eyes are seeing anew, and my heart—oh, my heart—feels wide open to the mystery. I’m not just painting. I’m discovering the rhythm of my process between the pauses and the messes. I’m allowing myself to live in the unknown, safe within the sacred flow, living in a mix of peaceful intention and instinct, and it feels like home.
I reminded myself that artists throughout history have not been remembered for mimicking trends or pleasing the masses. They have been remembered for their truth. For daring to stay faithful to the thread of their soul. They listened inward, not outward. They created not because the world demanded it, but because their spirit did.
However, in a world of algorithms and ever-shifting aesthetics, it is all too easy to drift. Social pressure and external validation can creep into the artist’s world, subtly promising visibility and applause.
But what is visibility worth if we’ve become invisible to ourselves?
Whether we are painting, dancing, writing, sculpting, singing, or simply dreaming, we must always return to our essence. Our art does not need to trend to matter. It does not need to go viral to be valid. The truest thing we can offer the world is our undiluted presence. Living our inner vision, and heartbeat in our colours, in words, or songs.
My position is to remember what art is for, knowing that it is not to be explained, but to be felt and not created for applause, but to awaken the sacred beauty in others. I have decided to make the kind of art that stirs the soul and sparks the spirit. Even if it’s creating for my own spirit. See, art is both a pleasure and a necessity. Humans are indeed designed to be wondrous and creative creatures.
Our world needs to celebrate life by lifting one another, not toward perfection, but toward the beautiful presence of being our creative selves.
Heart to Heart and Spirit to Spirit, Elizabeth


Artist Statement – This work emerged through a process of intuitive layering — a painting beneath another, guided not by plan but by presence. What lies beneath still breathes through the surface, echoing a deeper memory or message. The monochromatic red evokes both intensity and intimacy, a kind of sacred bloodline or inner fire. This is a piece about remembering — not with the mind, but with the body and the soul. It is a portal, a pulsing veil, a hidden rhythm revealed.

