There are so many dreams. So many modes of creation. So much emotion to express. So many ideas. My little mind cannot manage to sort through and organize them into a coherent unity. But I can feel. Now. What wants to come to life here? Yes, here. Right here, in Medias, a town in the heart of Romania. Here, I feel poetry. Here I feel music. Here I feel dance as an art form. Here I feel music and poetry and dance may tell beautiful stories. Stories that heal, stories that inspire, stories … like this one.
I decide to allow it to be whatever it wants to be! I accept it! I receive it!
Art is the easy way to happiness.