I didn’t set out with a vision — just a feeling I couldn’t shake.
There was something burning inside me — not anger exactly, but this restless energy I didn’t know what to do with. I felt like I was carrying too much, and the only way to let any of it out was through movement — through color, texture, and repetition.
I let instinct lead. I wasn’t chasing beauty — I was chasing honesty.
I didn’t set out with a vision — just a feeling I couldn’t shake.
There was something burning inside me — not anger exactly, but this restless energy I didn’t know what to do with. I felt like I was carrying too much, and the only way to let any of it out was through movement — through color, texture, and repetition.
I let instinct lead. I wasn’t chasing beauty — I was chasing honesty.
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