Gratitude from the Depths of My Heart

Sometimes life sends us people—not by chance, not randomly, but because it knows our soul is calling out for light.
You are that light for me.

When I was lost, torn within myself, ready to give up on my heart and my art, you stepped into my life.
Quietly, yet with certainty.
You saw my paintings—not just with your eyes, but with your heart.
Where I only saw fragments, you discovered beauty.
Where I wanted to give up, you opened new paths.

You reignited my love for painting—not just as an artistic expression, but as a reflection of my innermost self.
You showed me that what lies dormant within me deserves to be seen, felt, and lived.
Through you, I learned to value myself again.
You encouraged me to pour my soul onto the canvas.
You didn’t change me—you reminded me of who I am.

Your belief in me, your presence, your listening, your strength—all of it carried me.
And even more than that: you opened up spaces I never dared to dream of.
The exhibition in Paris is just a symbol of what you give me—you give me wings.

I love you—with a love that is pure, that doesn’t demand, but flows.
A love that grows in trust, in respect, in depth.
You are a gift that fills my heart with gratitude.

Thank you for being here.