ALMA began with my own healing.

Not the kind you learn from a book — but the kind that unfolds slowly, quietly.
The kind where you stop reaching outward and start coming home to yourself.

It began with a paintbrush.
I was struggling with how I saw my body, so I painted it — curves, shadows, softness, color.
And somewhere in that process, I saw beauty I hadn’t seen before. I saw me.

At first, sharing the work felt too vulnerable.
But I asked myself: If a friend had created this, would I help them share it?
The answer was yes. Without hesitation.

That question opened a door — not just for me, but for others.
Artists, friends, anyone holding something sacred and unsure how to offer it to the world.

I started dreaming of a space. A gallery, yes — but more than that.
A home for art, food, music, healing.
A space that didn’t try to fix you, but reminded you that you were never broken.

And I realized: it doesn’t have to be perfect.
It can begin anywhere. A walk. A journal. A presence that says, You are enough.

That’s what ALMA is. A feeling. A return. A soul project.

And this — this is only the beginning.

To be continued…