11:11 – Make a Wish
Ever since I can remember, whenever the clock flashes 11:11, I pause — even for just a heartbeat. There’s something sacred about that moment, like time itself is whispering, “Look up. You’re exactly where you need to be.”

I always make a wish — not because I believe in luck, but because it reminds me to still believe in possibility. In that fragile space between numbers and seconds, I feel connected — to my past, to my future, to every version of myself that ever hoped for something more.

This piece is about those quiet wishes we never say out loud — the ones we send into the universe with nothing but trust. It’s the shimmer between moments, the gold thread that ties longing to light.

When I painted this, I thought of all the times I’ve looked at 11:11 and felt a spark of recognition — as if the universe winked back at me.
It’s not about coincidence anymore. It’s about alignment, gratitude, and the gentle reminder that magic still exists… if only for a minute each day.