I have dreamed of becoming an artist for as long as I can remember.Before I could explain what I was feeling, I found ways to put it into my work. Art gave me somewhere to place thoughts and emotions I didn’t know how to say out loud. Over time, it became less about creating something and more about understanding myself.
I’ve had to adapt along the way. I learned through trial and error, by changing direction when something didn’t feel right, and by letting go of things I thought I needed. The work changed as I changed. I stopped forcing it and started listening.
I keep coming back to black, white, and gold. Black holds the heavy parts. White gives space to breathe. Gold is used carefully. It isn’t there to be flashy—it marks something important. A moment. A feeling. A part of the story that deserves attention.
The figures I make aren’t about one person. They’re about posture and movement, about how a body carries emotion. A shift in a shoulder or an arm can say more than a face ever could. I like leaving room for people to see themselves in the work.
Every brushstroke matters to me. I don’t rush them. Each one builds on the last, the same way experiences do. When you look closely, you can see the layers. That’s where the deeper story lives.
My artwork means a lot to me because it’s honest. It’s how I process, how I slow down, how I make sense of what I’m carrying. And I believe we all do that in our own way. We all have a story—quiet or loud—that deserves to be seen and felt.
Gold moves through each piece differently. It connects the work without making everything the same. Like people, each piece carries its weight in its own place.
This body of work sits in the in-between—between movement and stillness, holding on and letting go. It doesn’t ask you to figure it out. It just asks you to spend a moment with it.
That’s my story.
Still learning.
Still adapting.
Still telling it through the work.
– Echos of Gold
Ecohs of Gold by S.Walton 
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