With all the recent talk about Artificial Intelligence and automation, I’ve been reflecting on why I still paint every single piece by hand. The answer is simple: I need to feel the work. The textures, the rhythm, the spirit of it. Painting is not a task—it’s a spiritual practice. I believe I’m just a vessel. I don’t invent ideas; I receive them. Whether it’s a whisper of color, a sudden vision, or an emotion aching for form, something flows through me, and I listen. I move. I translate.