

When I paint, everything around me seems to disappear π§
It does not matter what is outside the window, what deadlines I have at university, or who texted me
There is only the canvas, music in my ears, and my fingers covered in paint π¨
I never plan what the result will be
The colors find each other on their own π
Sometimes it turns out soft
Sometimes wild
But always alive π
For me, painting is not about perfection
It is about breathing, sensations, and who I become while creating β¨
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