Things I Grow began as a quiet rebellion — a way to put down the phone, pause the endless scroll, and reclaim a moment of stillness. What started as a simple act of painting flowers from memory has grown into a deeply personal practice of self-care, meditation, prayer, and manifestation.

Each watercolor piece in this series begins the same way: with the soft sketch of a bloom that lives somewhere in the artist’s memory — not botanically perfect, but emotionally true. As the brush meets the page, a kind of dialogue begins. The colors move slowly at first, then begin to flow like conversation. These aren’t just paintings of flowers — they are portraits of moments, of moods, of days both heavy and light.

For me, the act of painting these is becoming a ritual. A way to sit down with myself like I would with an old friend — someone I can be fully honest with. As petals unfold on the paper, so do thoughts, hopes, worries, and dreams. Each layer of color carries a quiet message: this is what I’m feeling, this is what I’m learning, this is what I’m growing toward.

The resulting works are tender, open, and grounded — a visual garden of inner life. Some blooms are soft and delicate, others wild and reaching, each one holding a different conversation. In their presence, we’re invited to slow down, to listen inward, and maybe even to grow something of our own.