Lost in the Stroke

Painting is my escape, my meditation, my rebellion. With every brushstroke, I dissolve into the present—no past, no future, just the raw energy of now. The rhythm of the paint, the chaos of color, the movement of my hands, it all becomes a dialogue between me and the canvas, a state of pure harmony. This is where I find true freedom, where the world fades, and only creation remains. Because in the end, art isn’t just about what you see, it’s about what you feel.