Hey Kiddo

They painted upon my walls, believing they had disturbed the silence; they did not know silence lives beneath the paint.
Every mark, whether born of love or anger, is only another brushstroke on the canvas of impermanence.
The gallery was never mine to protect, only mine to witness with an open heart.
Even the koi swim calmly through muddy water, for they understand that clarity is not a place but a practice.
Abundance is the moment you stop asking, “Who ruined this?” and begin asking, “What is this teaching me?”
So I unlocked the doors again, bowed to the vandal and the collector alike, and welcomed them both into the same masterpiece.