Fawzia Rahimi
Sundsvall, Schweden
I wandered through the boxes and treasures, and there it was – the sketchbook, as if it had been waiting just for me.
Flipping through its pages, filled with hand-drawn dreams, something inside me woke up.
I wanted to create too.
To feel through color.
To make the world pause for a moment, just like I did then.
Today, I paint with my heart in my hand – and every brushstroke is my way of saying the things words can’t quite hold.