I never planned to become an artist—I just started painting with my hands one day and never really stopped.

What began as a release, a way to process emotion without words, evolved into something deeper: a practice of intuition, texture, and touch. I don’t use brushes. I use movement, pressure, color, and my own skin to bring each piece to life. The process is messy, physical, and completely honest.

Abigail’s Art Space is my home for that honesty. It’s a space to share bold, moody, and unapologetically human work—and eventually, to uplift others doing the same. Right now, it's just me and my paint-covered palms. Someday, it might be more.

Every piece I create is a tactile reflection of feeling. Some are soft and haunting. Some are loud. Some don’t make sense until they do. And that’s the point.

This is for the feelers. The ones who are drawn to mess and meaning. The ones who want art that doesn't just hang on a wall—it hums.

Welcome to my art.

– Abigail