From Dream to Launch: Dove Recovery Art is Alive

This weekend, something cracked open inside me.

Not in a big, dramatic way—but in a quiet, undeniable one. The kind of shift you don’t notice right away, until suddenly you’re looking at your life and realizing, I’m not in survival mode anymore. Not exactly. Not in the same way.

I didn’t make art. I didn’t drown in the need to fix or prove or scramble.

Instead, I finished something.

The website is done. Dove Recovery Art is alive and real and out there, with my story stitched into every page.

And now that it’s done… all the things I kept avoiding or scattering myself around—

they don’t feel impossible anymore.

There’s a strange clarity that comes with honoring a commitment to yourself.

I told myself April would be the month I prepare, not create.

That I would pause the emotional intensity of art-making and instead focus on the groundwork—the foundation for the kind of May that could actually bloom.

And somehow… I kept that promise.

It’s not that the pain stopped.

It’s not that everything feels easy now.

But something in me feels steadier. Like I can finally catch my breath and look around.

With Love,

Dana & Nicky