But that day, it wasn't reality that painted the picture. It was what I felt.
And in what I felt, she was immense. She owned the whole landscape.
That's what fascinates me about creation. It's not the world that decides what is great. It's my emotions.
They redistribute everything. They turn an insect into a guardian. A meadow into an infinite territory. A forgotten detail into a presence that overwhelms everything else.
Before this painting, something slows down inside me. The noise recedes.
And I realize that beauty hadn't disappeared. I had just stopped feeling in the right place.
The guardian of the meadow leaves the studio only once. To continue its journey...
