the work
once completed
does not simply rest—it lingers
It breathes in the silence
waiting for a mind to unravel its secrets
If a painting is a w i n d o w
it is one that never fully closes
its presence haunting those who dare to look too deeply
whether for the writer with their journal
for the artist with their sketchbook
for the musician with their instrument
such a work does not remain passive—it reaches.
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