”I paint more from feeling than from thought.” A few years ago, something quiet and persistent within me said, “You need to start painting.” So I did—without a plan, without training, without knowing why. I followed feeling. I let color move where words couldn’t. My work lives in the spaces between: softness and stillness, motion and memory, the inner landscapes we don’t always know how to name. I use whatever medium feels right in the moment—acrylics, pastels, texture, gesture. What matters most to me is honesty. That the work comes from a true place. To my surprise, people noticed. Friends, family, even colleagues asked if they could buy a piece. At first I was touched—and then, slowly, doubt crept in. Who am I to call this art? Who am I to charge money for something I barely understand myself? That voice got louder, and eventually, I stopped painting. It’s been nearly five years now. But something inside me is shifting again. This time, I want to return differently. Not as someone who needs to prove anything—but as someone who …