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I’m always drawn to that feeling of moment – not the loud kind, but something more subtle.
A shift in the air, a moment that slips just out of reach, a quiet pull toward something beyond what we can name.
That’s what often brings me to the canvas.
Not a place, but a sensation.
The need to hold onto fleeting – light, wind, stillness – before it disappears. – Oksana Alekseeva