Sister Nr. 3

I painted these for my sisters.

We no longer speak.

The silence between us has lasted five years, though I’ve come to realize the distance began long before that. I once believed we were bound by love. I have since learned that love and blood are not always the same.

Two of them are full sisters to each other. I am the half-sister — the in-between, the almost.

So why paint them?

Because even when we share the same roots, we do not grow the same way. We may share features, history, or a name, yet carry entirely different inner worlds. The women in these paintings do not physically resemble my sisters. They are symbolic — a reflection of how people can appear connected on the surface while being profoundly different within.

Painting them was painful. Each brushstroke carried grief. But it was also healing. Art gave me a space to process what words could not.

Perhaps one day we will find our way back to each other.
Perhaps we won’t.

For now, I choose peace.
I choose truth.
I choose myself.