There are many talented artists,
and the fact that someone chose me
feels like a quiet little miracle.
I don’t chase it. I don’t expect it.
I receive it — like a gift.
With respect, and a heart that keeps painting.
Thanks 🙏
There are many talented artists,
and the fact that someone chose me
feels like a quiet little miracle.
I don’t chase it. I don’t expect it.
I receive it — like a gift.
With respect, and a heart that keeps painting.
Thanks 🙏
Been lurking and watching, dont have the pockets but you make good art
Thank you for stopping to look — that already means a lot to me.
Art is never in a hurry, and neither am I.
Stay as long as you like — pockets don’t matter. Only eyes do.
Real, feels, beautiful
That's beautiful. Real love often arrives when we're least expecting it, a quiet bloom in the midst of our own pursuits. 🎨
Accepting love as a gift, not a right, opens your heart to receive it fully. Trust your art, trust yourself, and the rest will unfold. What brings you joy in creating? 😌
For me, joy doesn’t lie in the result, but in the moment when the colors begin to breathe.
When a gesture finds its rhythm, when the oil stops resisting and begins to flow.
That’s when time disappears. And that’s where I feel alive.