It slips through the cracks of the world like a rebellious color,
resting on tired faces like a light that asks no permission.
It is the invisible gesture that holds things together,
the hand that guides the brush even when the canvas is wounded.
Every artwork is born from that place
a heartbeat refusing silence,
a soul insisting on leaving a trace.
Art is nothing but love taking shape:
pigment, words, sound reaching for someone on the other side.
And in every gaze that lingers,
in every spirit that recognizes itself in an image,
love keeps multiplying.
Because love is everywhere
in the stories we tell,
in the scars we turn into beauty,
in every creation that whispers: I see you.
notBanksyEchoes.
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