There are days when my body does not feel like mine. It vibrates, pulses, distorts. Like static on an old television screen flickering, unpredictable, alive with something I cannot name.

It used to frighten me. That sense of disconnection. The way my form would feel like a blur, a distortion of self. But I have come to understand that this is not chaos. It is communication.

The light body this energetic, emotional, spiritual self does not need fixing. It needs awareness.

When I slow down and listen, I notice the colours. Violet, vibrant, electric. They shimmer through the distortion like signals from another realm. They are not warning signs. They are invitations.

This painting was born from that space. A figure rendered in earthy brown tones stands in a dynamic pose—one arm raised, holding a white vessel, the other resting on the hip. The body is simplified, stylised, but full of presence. Surrounding it are undulating bands of red and orange, flame-like and intense, vibrating against a pale lavender backdrop.

It is not a peaceful image. It is charged. Alive. It speaks of movement, of energy, of transformation. The figure is not static—it is becoming.

I painted this during a time when my own body felt like it was shifting between states. Between numbness and sensation, between fear and awareness. I wanted to capture that moment of emergence, when the distortion becomes clarity, when the static becomes signal.

Do not be scared, I wrote to myself. The light body just needs awareness.

And so I gave it form. I gave it colour. I gave it space to exist.

This piece is a reminder that even when we feel fragmented or overwhelmed, there is something vibrant within us, waiting to be seen.