Painting to Breathe

She never painted for other people. Her canvases, neglected, gathered dust while

others thrived. On a quiet winter night, frustration erupted. A single,

accidental splash of red on the wall spoke more profoundly than years of deliberate work.

From that moment, she painted to breathe, not to impress. Her gallery stood empty,

but her studio became a sacred space. Recognition from the world isn't guaranteed,

but expressing your truth is essential.