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 meThere is only the canvas, music in my ears, and my fingers covered in paint π¨I never plan what the result will beThe colors find each other on their own πSometimes it turns out softSometimes wildBut always alive πFor me, painting is not about perfectionIt is about breathing, sensations, and who I become while creating β¨Do you like this picture?πποΈπ