It’s impossible for anyone to know who inspired it. That most of these paintings that some stranger purchased are from a raw, deep, painful place inside of my soul. However, the universe is keen. As of late, it seems to constantly remind me that there is one person who knows about that place in me. Heard it. Witnessed it. Calmed it. Goosebumps scatter across my arms as a familiar voice answers Hedi’s question. “Voice in the Canvas.”
