A Letter to the One Who’s Letting Go

To the one who’s been in a season of release—
I see you.

You’ve been letting things fall away.
A belief. A version of yourself.
A pattern you no longer have the energy to carry.

This painting is about that process—the holy unraveling.
It holds the moment between clinging and surrender.
It’s the breath just after the break, when you feel the truth settle in your bones, not your mind.

The brushstrokes were layered slowly.
The deep blue came first—like a night I didn’t want to walk through.
Then the rust and gold emerged, warm and soft and surprising.
Like the part of me that still hoped. That still trusted.
Even when everything else was falling.

The Colors of Fall is not a painting about sadness.
It’s about clarity. About beauty that doesn’t ask to be bright.
It’s for the one who knows that healing often looks like quiet.
And that sometimes the most profound turning point isn’t a decision—it’s a soft permission to stop holding on.

If this piece is calling you, trust the pull.
You’re not falling apart.
You’re falling into yourself.