Dispersion

Dispersion is what happens when white light meets resistance.
Instead of staying whole, it scatters into color.

This time, I didn’t wait. I was becoming braver.
Not just in making, but in believing.
There is no greater act of bravery than blindly believing in yourself.

I had seen how feelings could be shaped.
How grief and love could twist into color and form.
Now I wanted to explore what else was inside.

He reminded me when I forgot. On the days I doubted it all,
he cheered, encouraged, saw something in me I wasn’t ready to see.

And life responded. An exhibition. A residency. Recognition, all at once.

This piece came out of that moment.
Like a beam of light breaking open, splitting into a thousand bright possibilities.

This is what it looked like: to be excited. To be believed in. To finally believe it too.

Dispersion is the scattering. The release of a single narrative.
It holds everything at once: joy, sorrow, nostalgia, relief. A spectrum, not a sequence.

This piece carries that moment. Of cracking open. Of not needing to hold it all together.
Letting the light come in and split.