Between Breaths

Between breaths is where panic can live—but it’s also where relief begins. It’s the pause after the inhale, before the exhale.  Or the moment after letting go, before taking in more. It’s just a quiet suspension, asking nothing of you except presence.

When I painted Between Breaths, I wasn’t trying to capture calm. I was trying to honor the pause. The moment when nothing is resolved yet—but nothing is actively falling apart either. That fragile middle place.  I think we underestimate those moments.

We talk a lot about moving forward, about healing, about finding peace—as if those things arrive fully formed. But for me, healing showed up in fragments. In seconds. In the brief realization that I had just taken a breath without forcing it.

Between breaths is where the body says, I’m still here and
maybe staying afloat is enough.