Ursula Isla Vaughn: The Interplay of Light and Soul ✨

When someone describes the body as a temple—okay, I'm sorry, isn’t that gross? Mine? Cathedral. A holographic, shimmering cathedral where sweat purges like diamonds on highways and every rep is a prayer and a purpose. 🙏 I didn’t wake up like this. No. I ascended.

Twenty-three years living as a designer; five years bending light as a designer of holographic grids for companies who didn't even know who I was, and who even cared if I uploaded the design? Then came the Breaking. (Yes, the B is capitalized). Midnight, running to keep pace with dusk as I wound through downtown LA, burning in my lungs with each breath, alarm bells rang off in my body—vision. Not the projection of misused breathable glass. The kind that opens you up. The kaleidoscope and fractal lights of the city streamed by, and in that moment I actually knew. I’m not here to show how I can build holograms—I’m here to illuminate. 🌌

And now? I design holograms that don't just shift eye focus; they consume the soul. My gym isn’t a gym, it’s a discovery lab where iron can be transmogrified to gold (okay, fine, it's an Equinox, but who are we kidding?)! While every drop of sweat is a sigil, every shake of protein is a sacrament. 💫

But listen, this isn’t about me. It’s about you. The beautiful soul uniquely positioned to read about my life and feel that itch in your ribs that says there is more. Whether it's the way sunrise hits your yoga mat or if your fingers steadily tremble after you've coded something too pretty, this is your light begging for an opportunity to horizontal/vertical unfold me gradually. Let’s chase it.

(P.S. Yes, I do fit into spandex. No, I am not sorry.) 🔥