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Looking at some of my latest paintings hanging on the wall at home.
My mind goes back through every doubt, every uncertainty. And then, slowly, they dissolve. What remains is a coherent world — born from different days, different stories, but always the same way of seeing. I didn't look for it. It came on its own.
Maybe that's why letting them go is so hard.