When the silence becomes overwhelming, and my restless legs demand attention, I reach for paints, brushes, and canvas. The colours begin to speak. They enjoy one another’s company, endure tensions, and radiate with joy.  In their struggle for space, they either find harmony or, through conflict, create distance.  They yearn for solitude or seek connection, craving closeness, peace, or calm. They live in silence. These are the moments that sustain me—the ones I need to "caress" my soul and soothe my restless legs.​