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.
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.
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