I used to think the ache inside me was something I had to silence, something to bury beneath softer things until I could no longer feel it moving. But those things refuse to disappear; they transform! The trembling, the longing, the nights that left me restless beneath my own skin; all of it began searching for a way out. And somewhere between breaking and becoming, I realized that perhaps I was never meant to empty myself of the storm. Perhaps I was meant to let it take root, to let it wander through the deepest parts of me until it found its own language. And when it finally reached the surface, it was no longer pain. It was something luminous, something alive! A quiet proof that even the things that once unsettled my soul can become the very reason it blooms… A combination of physical painting with poster color and Ink (rapid pen), with digital painting in Sketchbook. Size: 280 x 400 mm