Our story

It began with a longing—
A quiet ache to be seen.
Not just for who I am now,
but for the girl I was, and the woman I’m still becoming.

And I longed to see her too —
my mother, not just as the woman who raised me,
but as a woman with her own story, her own silences.

One day, I asked if she’d sit with me.
To have the conversations we’d both tucked away.
Hard ones. Healing ones.
The kind that crack you open, so something new can bloom.

With time, she said yes.
And what followed was sacred.
Our truths met like mirrors.

In that moment, I wondered:
How many other mothers and daughters are carrying the same unspoken weight?

Through Her Eyes was born from that wondering.

A sacred offering of art, memory, and conversation —
A gathering place where generational silence can finally exhale.

This is your invitation.
To sit with love,
To witness each other fully,
And to begin again.