Nana à la maison

06/20/2026

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06/19/2026

I was born to see art in everything. In every small thing, in every happy moment, I notice something beautiful. Even in the tiniest details, I find a feeling, a story, a meaning. I see art in the way life unfolds softly, not loudly. In the way something ordinary can suddenly feel magical when you truly pay attention.

I see it in the way people speak when they are nervous, in the way someone’s eyes light up when they talk about something they love, in the way someone pauses to find the right words. I see it in moments others don’t always notice, the way someone hides their pain behind a joke, how someone listens without interrupting, how someone forgives even when it hurts. That to me is art. I find meaning in quiet struggles, in unfinished dreams, in the way people still try even when they are tired, even when no one is cheering for them. There’s a kind of silent beauty in not giving up.

Even overthinking, deep thinking, feeling too much, they all seem like pieces of art to me. It shows that a heart is alive and that a soul is awake. I often watch how people grow, how they unlearn, how they heal slowly and I think to myself, this is a masterpiece in progress. To me, art is not just made but it’s lived. It’s hidden in the way someone comforts you without words, or how someone carries both kindness and chaos inside them and still chooses to be good. I don’t need a painting on a wall to feel something. I feel it in moments and in the way life moves, sometimes messy but always meaningful.

Maybe that’s why I feel out of place sometimes. Because the world often looks for perfection but I look for honesty. The little things that show someone is real, that’s the kind of art I was born to see. And I wouldn’t want to live any other way. 🤎

— Dorothea.

05/21/2026

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05/19/2026

✨️🙏🩷

05/19/2026

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So you mustn't be frightened if a sadness rises in front of you larger than any you have ever seen; if an anxiety – like light and cloud-shadows, moves over your hands and over everything you do. You must realize that something is happening to you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand and will not let you fall.

Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any misery, any depression, since after all you don't know what work these conditions are doing inside you? Why do you want to persecute yourself with the question of where all this is coming from and where it is going? Since you know, after all, that you are in the midst of transitions and you wished for nothing so much as to change.

If there is anything unhealthy in your reactions, just bear in mind that sickness is the means by which an organism frees itself from what is alien; so one must simply help it to be sick, to have its whole sickness and to break out with it, since that is the way it gets better. In you, so much is happening now; you must be patient like someone who is sick, and confident like someone who is recovering; for perhaps you are both.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

[Art: Nikki Pelaez]

05/18/2026

Les hauteurs...🩷

05/18/2026

Sing my Love, sing and fly now!

break the cage.

05/12/2026