When I listened to my inner voice

In the apparent perfect world, blue skies and foolish clothes. In the copybook relationship, yellow flowers and no self-love. And day after day, month after month, year after year, in the wake of so many episodes where I found myself alone, I met my solitude.

It took me a long time to realise that I left myself aside and was living your life - understood by you as the right path. A startling event occurred, and I walked away and left behind my belongings that never belonged to me. No bitterness, no embarrassment, hoping that a glass of wine and Miles Davis songs would bring some holiness to your home.

Flavourless souls. It felt so good to leave you behind. It felt so true and exaggeratedly at liberty when I unleashed the beasts.

My very unique way of doing things - yes, impulsive, as it was described by you - got me here; where I can be free.

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The acrylic portrait painting, When I listened to my inner voice, celebrates the exercise of freedom and self-love.