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An Introvert's Studio Diary: Night, Moon, Sun, the Elements | Elliat - Original Oil Painting of a White Tiger | Atelierovo Art



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"Come, show me what true freedom really means."


I feel your breath and the beating of your wild heart. I press my nose into your soft, rain-soaked fur and curl up beside you, in your den. We are safe here, together."



Ivi



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I sift through old beliefs, dusting off memories that perhaps were never even mine. They were hidden for a long time in a place I was afraid to open. Eternity.

An old safe, carved and engraved, filled with memories that ache to the touch and never wish to be seen again. Recognised. As though they had been there for a very long time.

Outside, the wind leans into the leaves of the trees and rain is in the air. I breathe in, deeply.



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"I'm glad you're here with me."


The silence is heavy, carrying so many unspoken words… I exhale, and my breath dances with the darkness and shimmering dust in the dim glow of moonlight. It shines through the misted window. Painted with tiny crystals that announce the coming winter.

Death meets life here, and they begin a shared, creative dance that has accompanied this world since the beginning of time.





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They dance to a song that can be heard with the eyes. They paint, they create, they point inward.


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- You! We are waiting for you here. Stop. Dive deeper. Into yourself.


I feel a strength rising from within. It is not mine - it is borrowed. From you. We are one and the same. I follow the traces you left here for me.

I slip off my worn-out shoes that kept me from stepping gently and feeling. Deeply.

I see my rigid, hardened forms. I no longer need them.


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There are boundaries to things and events that no human will ever be able to touch. They are protected.

By what lies beyond us.


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And so I learn. I see beauty in simplicity. In rain and in winter. Knowing that the sun is always there. Especially in those moments when something inside me insists it will never appear again.



“I hear you. Your story is about what true freedom tastes like.

Freedom of spirit. Free choice.”



And so you say:

In these times we need the clear hearted rebels... So often misunderstood and unseen. Sensitive and gentle. People of clear action and intention, stepping into their power.


Willing and able to admit that we humans - get it wrong so often.

The answer is not found in theories or words.


It is a change. Inner. Our own.


Even when it arrives slowly, gradually and quietly.



As that is precisely - how the world changes.




With much love,


~ Ivi & Elliat

~ Atelierovo Art



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