It’s true—I love solitude.
It’s not loneliness.
It’s relief.
A chance to hear my own thoughts.
To follow my curiosity without interruption.
The longer I fly solo, the more grounded I feel.
So when I finally meet up with friends.
I’m always a little surprised.
By how much I missed them.
🌿 Blue oyster mushrooms grow in tight clusters—never alone.
They’re soft, strong, and built for interdependence.
Turns out, I might be too.
Watercolor, 9in x 7in
Framed with a white mat boarder, 10in x 12in