What survives the fire?

The Awakened Collection was born in the margins of my morning pages.

Fragments of truth surfaced before I was ready to claim them. Desires I had spent years explaining away refused to stay quiet.

Beneath old fears, a forgotten version of myself took a deep breath and began writing:

"It's the rebirth of self. The moment you realize who the fuck you are. Your divine right to take up space. Your heart is on fire with passion."

Carnelian burns at the center of the collection. Deep garnet appears while flames stretch across silver. Hearts, stars, and watchful eyes return throughout the work like symbols in a dream.

These pieces know something I was only beginning to learn. The fire was never new.

It was waking up.