Twenty-five years have lain the path for not merely one life, but to several vibrant and diverse lives, lived out of the skin of one woman. Here you’ll find the storied telling of her lives; some moments spent alone, consoled by layered blankets of pastel, and others spent among sweet friends and strangers, dancing bachata in thick Florida night’s air. Her existence resembles that of a canvas painted on by every soul that passes her. Some have painted from a dark palette, leaving pain and hard learning as their mark. Others paint from a soft and reviving one, reminding her of the potential for deep joy, and even a technicolor love. Her intricacies continue to be created and refined, but even in her unfinished state, she is a masterpiece.