I was so overcome with loss and grief in January that I could pretty much only sit in front of the tv. I always need to be doing something with my hands, so I started crafting these tiny paper stars just to keep a sense of routine and progress I guess? I made thousands.

Through grief comes learning. Comes growth. I am learning to be grateful for the changes in my life because they can only move me forward. Pain is ephemeral. I decided to weave the stars into the canvas and intermix them with the harsh diagnosis of what I was going through: THE catastrophic loss of chosen family. The stars, called “lucky stars”, are tiny reminders of joy and light in the midst of loss.