
When I was growing up, art and music were always nearby. Some expressions were welcomed, others quietly set aside. Even so, melodies and movement stayed with me.
For a long time, I kept putting art and music aside, treating them as something secondary. They waited quietly in the background while I focused on more practical things, shaped by an environment where creative subjects were often seen as less important.
As my own children grew older, I noticed how art and music seemed to occupy less space in schools and everyday life. That realization made me appreciate even more how deeply these quiet forms of expression shape emotion, memory, and human connection.
As the years passed, I noticed how certain sounds or colors would slow me down, returning in quiet moments without urgency.
While painting, I let the brush move without direction. Colors shifted and crossed paths, dancing on their own.
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