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I'm Used to the Wind Series

I’m Used to the Wind is a series about women who have spent years absorbing what the world kept throwing at them — the noise, the demands, the quiet cruelties dressed up as expectations. Astrid, Bonnie, and Iona stand inside that weather, but something in them has shifted. The anger that women have been told to swallow is finally moving outward, not as destruction but as clarity. And in that release, something else is happening: they’re finding each other. The wind that once isolated them now carries a kind of recognition, a shared pulse. These portraits aren’t about endurance anymore. They’re about women who have stopped apologizing for their weather, and who are beginning to understand that their strength is amplified — not diluted — when they stand in the storm together.

Gallery room displaying an abstract portrait of a woman with bright blue eyes and red lips, surrounded by multicolored dots and geometric patterns.

Title: Astrid - 35x35 inches - $2750.00

Astrid is the one who feels the wind first. You can see it in her eyes — that sharp, blue clarity that comes from recognizing a world that has asked too much of her for too long. The dots and grids around her behave like the old systems trying to reassert themselves, but she’s no longer shaped by them. There’s anger in her stillness, but it’s the kind that has already decided where it’s going. She stands in the drift, not alone, but as the first signal that other women are turning to face the same weather.

A gallery room displaying an abstract portrait of a woman with red lips and dark hair, framed by textured circles, drips, and warm-toned brushstrokes.

Title: Bonnie - 35x35 inches - $2750.00

Bonnie carries the kind of anger that doesn’t flare — it settles. It becomes structure. The warm brushstrokes around her feel like shared stories, passed between women who have finally stopped pretending they’re fine. Her gaze is steady, almost anchoring, the look of someone who has found her footing not in isolation but in connection. The circles and drips behind her read like echoes of other voices, other winds, gathering. She’s not bracing anymore. She’s standing with.

A gallery room displaying an abstract portrait of a woman with stylized features and red‑orange lips, set against swirling teal, blue, and orange patterns.

Title: Iona - 35x35 inches - $2750.00

Iona is the quiet aftermath — the moment when anger becomes clarity and clarity becomes direction. Her stylized features give her a sense of deliberate calm, the kind that comes from knowing she’s no longer carrying her weather alone. The teal and orange marks behind her swirl like the remnants of a storm shared rather than endured. She feels bonded to something larger now — a collective exhale, a collective decision. The wind moves, but she doesn’t waver. She’s part of a front.

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