ARTIS DELARENTA
INTUITIVE EXPRESSIONS for INTERIORS
Entry No.7
“Last night, the canvas refused silence. Every color I reached for felt alive, demanding to be seen. There was a whisper, a soft, insistent pull as if heaven itself wanted its voice traced in paint. By dawn, my hands were trembling, not from exhaustion, but from knowing the piece had captured something rare…… something I almost wish to keep to myself.”
