The dissatisfaction

I often experience moments when dissatisfaction and sadness seem to take over. Moments when nothing convinces me, when even what comes from my own hands seems empty, meaningless. These are the days of stagnation, the hardest to get through, because they confront me with a profound doubt: is it really worth continuing?

Yet it is precisely in these moments that I measure my strength.

Believing in yourself, in your work, becomes an act of faith, of belief. It's not an instantaneous rush of enthusiasm, but a slow return, requiring patience and courage.

Painting—and art in general—doesn't always flow smoothly. There are moments where the creative act seems to stall. But that's where something new can be born: if we find the strength to persevere, to not give up, to keep believing.

It's a fragile yet powerful path. Strength isn't about never falling, but getting up again, even when everything seems to suggest otherwise. And sometimes that very block, that sadness, becomes the root from which creative energy blossoms again.