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By Monicartist I didn’t start this painting with a clear image in mind. There was no sketch, no plan — just a deep ache in my chest that wanted to come out somehow. The studio was quiet that morning. I remember staring at the blank canvas for a long time, feeling that familiar heaviness — that mix of exhaustion, sadness, and longing I know too well. And then, I just began to paint. The first colours were deep, almost bruised reds — the kind that hold both beauty and pain. As