My blue

Blue is my color.

It's not just a preference; it's a choice that accompanies me, envelops me, and guides me. In blue, I see shapes, movements, and life itself emerge. It's the color that fulfills me, that allows me to feel an integral part of everything around me.

When I paint or simply observe it, blue illuminates me, opens the way for me, gives me joy. It is a color that does not exist only on the canvas or in my eyes: it penetrates me, moves, breathes with me.

If I could, I would just be blue.

Because in her, I find everything I'm looking for: depth, infinity, mystery, and, at the same time, peace. And that's why I prefer her to all the others: none can offer me the same intensity, the same silent complicity.

Blue, for me, is not a color.

It's a place, a feeling, a presence.

Blue is my color.

Not just a choice, but a place where everything is born and moves.

It lights me up, fills me with joy, makes me feel part of the world.

If I could, I would just be blue.