I lean over the canvas, the scent of paint thick in the air as I let the brush lead every stroke, letting it pull out things I didn’t know were there.

This piece, though, it feels different. It’s like the space is speaking to me, telling me where to go next. I wipe my brush, step back, and examine it. I could tell that it was definitely not finished.

There’s always one more layer to add, one more detail that shifts everything into place. I pick up the brush once more, my focus purely on the painting alone.