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My Escape
Despite everything I know about the sanctity of painting, I still find myself feeding into the equation—capturing my sanctuary and condensing it into a mere 90-second clip. It’s a strange contradiction, sending out a piece of my peace, my escape, into a space designed for speed and surface-level interactions. I spend hours, sometimes days, in the quiet rhythm of creation, letting each brushstroke speak its truth. But then, with the swipe of a finger, I reduce all that time, all that…
