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I made a painting of my body.

But it's not just a body. Not just a painting...

It's the trace of a moment when thoughts were more naked than skin.

When paint became a touch,

and canvas—for those who know how to keep secrets.

This imprint contains me.

Not the external—the real me.

Part of my thoughts, part of my dreams, part of states that cannot be repeated twice.

It was a single moment. One breath. One "now."

It was created for a person who knows how to feel.

Who understands the value of the unique.

Who knows that some things aren't bought—

they're taken because they can't keep them.

Sometimes desire speaks louder than numbers.

Sometimes value is determined not by the amount, but by the courage to offer it.

If you feel that this is what you need, you know what to do...