When I paint, everything around me seems to disappear ๐งIt does not matter what is outside the window, what deadlines I have at university, or who texted meThere is only the canvas, music in my ears, and my fingers covered in paint ๐จI never plan what the result will beThe colors find each other on their own ๐Sometimes it turns out softSometimes wildBut always alive ๐For me, painting is not about perfectionIt is about breathing, sensations, and who I become while creating โจDo you like this picture?๐๐๏ธ๐ญ