People think I’m calm. They think I’m unbothered. They think I’ve reached some level of spiritual clarity where nothing really gets to me anymore. They admire it. They call it cool. They say they wish they could live like that, untouched by chaos. I let them keep that version of me. When my tire blew out in the middle of the freeway, I didn’t panic. When a waitress burned my wrist with a hot stone dish, I didn’t pull away. When my boss told me how easily replaceable I was, I didn’t feel small...

"One day, I'm gonna grow wings" by PQHAÜS (Acrylic on canvas / 16x20 inches / 2025) You snapped them in half and set them on fire right in front of me. You burnt the feathers to ashes, then pushed me off the cliff and told me to fly, told me to rise higher, last longer, breathe lighter. While others floated through the sky with ease, their laughter carried by the wind, I was on the ground, bleeding through my scraped knees, sewing my torn back together where my wings used to be. I wasn’t...

"We all carry a story we don't know how to tell yet" by PQHAÜS (Acrylic on canvas / 30x40 inches / 2025) Grief is strange because you're...