Carlota Penson

Channel of Healing, Architect of Inner Worlds

I was born in 1988, a wild-hearted child who always colored outside the lines. I’d press my crayons so hard they’d snap in half, and I’d keep going drawn to the raw edge, the imperfection, the unknown. Even then, I knew that what was expected felt too ordinary, too neat for my spirit. Some drawings I’d leave unfinished on purpose. They already felt whole in their incompleteness.

My life moved across landscapes, born in the Dominican Republic, raised between Brooklyn, Puerto Rico, and back again. Like the places I lived, I learned to carry many versions of myself. But somewhere along the way, I stopped drawing. Life happened. Pain happened. And I forgot for a while who I was meant to be.

Until the ache became too loud to ignore. In the quiet of despair, I returned to the things that once made me feel alive: movement, music, curiosity and art. I bought mixed paper, collected mediums like sacred tools, and began to create. What started as self-healing turned into something bigger, something alive. Each drawing, a symphony of emotion. Each line, a transmission. There were tears. There was remembering.

I began to feel these drawings weren’t just mine, they were beings from another dimens...