This painting holds a message I have yet to translate into words ~ a pulse, a breath, a reaching. It is my attempt to show the world where my red line lives, even as I wander its beginning. Years of peeling back the layers of myself have taught me: It is not the world that cages me, but the walls I have drawn around my own heart. Boundaries, once thought to protect, have become the hands that hold me back from all that is already mine. I am learning that a life unbound, a life of peace, of love, of wild freedom, demands first the courage to draw, to define, and then to dissolve the line altogether. This is where I begin. There is a line. Red, raw, trembling drawn by a hand that didn’t yet know its own shape. A line that says: enough. A line that says: I am here. I spent years mistaking it for a wall. I spent years mistaking myself for the cage. Now, I see it. The line was never meant to hold me back It was the invitation to rise. To live a life without borders, without barriers, without fear. I am not meant to live inside a line. I am meant to become the sky beyond it. This is the breath before the leap. This is the wound becoming a wing.