09-15-25 (08: 03: 17 pm)
my grandma had a flower bed of lavender in her backyard that i grew up playing in every summer i spent in pittsburgh, and my mom’s favorite flower and scent is also lavender, she always had the essential oil going in her diffuser at home. the color matches amethyst too, her favorite crystal, which she had many of and often gifted me. to me, lavender represents deep love, humility, sincerity, and a kind of intensity that’s hard to ignore. i’m a sentimental person, sounds, smells, colors, shapes, so many things make me feel deeply. i exaggerate what might seem insignificant and draw it out into elaborate strings of thoughts and ideas. of course, flowers carry all kinds of meanings and sentiments, but if you know me personally you know i’m openly emotional, and i think i’m learning not to be ashamed of that but to be proud of it. a lot of my creative practice comes from this ability to sentimentalize things, and maybe it’s my way of justifying what i make, or the lavender tattooed on my bicep, or maybe it’s all of the rambling i just put into these words.