I never imagined I would find myself painting landscapes or little houses with glowing windows. But after losing my dad, something shifted within me. I began to seek out quiet, open spaces—those serene places that offer both solitude and a sense of comfort, like a familiar road leading back home. I started to paint these scenes, allowing my emotions to guide every brushstroke. Before I knew it, a pattern emerged: expansive skies, tiny houses, and that ever-present glow. Light. Always light.