The initial mark may be imperfect, possibly made with a pencil, but it's crucial as it sparks the idea.

The final mark stands alone, yet it feels perfect because it's the most beautiful. In between, the mark transforms into a thought, defying conventions, embracing mistakes and poetry. It pursues truth, self-awareness, pushes boundaries, messes up the canvas, wears out brushes, and stains clothing.

The first mark is already a distant memory, the last dream holds the deepest affection