Two Ikea drawers are alive, in a place in my room, chosen in virgin wood, to someday fill them with color.
The expected moment arrives, and in mourning-black I cover the two, in my hand a pencil dances, drawing the sound of my heart.
With white, I review said dances, the road I can already follow, in the center and of pastel colors, mask heart and star, symbols to follow forever.
Beauty after 20 hours of painting not leaving you for a second.