Your art is a delicate breath of wind. It endures. It allows others to continue creating.
May dreams never be abandoned.
Follow the path of art. I follow you.
Beautiful flowers growing amidst the cold and the remnants of war.
Art transforming ugliness, weaving bridges, and leaving its mark on the innermost being of humanity.
It's nice to have you around. You always have a kind, uplifting word for everyone. I don't know if I follow art or if I just do something, maybe it's intuition or my thoughts jumping from one thing to another, and then I just have to try again. Sometimes a moment can be very long, sometimes very tiring. Maybe you're right and it's the war and the cold that change everything, even art. After all, with frozen fingers, shivering and in the dark, you can't create the same thing as when you see the light. Let them search and see what can be created and cheer up not only ourselves but also others.