I started painting at four because words felt foreign. A teacher visited sometimes, but the brush was my true language. Dyslexia made me different, the canvas made me free. They called me unique. I became famous, though I never sought it. Don’t ask who I am—I am what I am. Something like a being from another dimension, here to paint worlds that cannot be spoken.

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