◉ 032 | It’s about the people

Yesterday, it happened.

I had my first

solo exhibition.

At my apartment.

The preparation

was hectic.

I pushed myself

to the limit.

I pushed my family

to the breaking point.

And still,

not everything was ready.

People started coming

from 2 pm.

I was still finishing two frames,

carrying them upstairs at 3.

I set down a large red print,

still curled from the roll,

standing like a chimney—

more like a sculpture

than a print.

I even brought up

the box of prints

I didn’t have time

to frame and install.

The lid came off—

as if the work refused

to sit in the dark

any longer.

Then Maja came upstairs

with another large print,

tapped the glass with her nails

and put me on the spot.

“Speech time.”

I wasn’t ready for it.

Didn’t even know what to say.

I started with my eyes on the floor.

Then the words arrived—

my story,

the good and the bad,

from the heart.

As the truth spilled out,

my gaze lifted.

Many eyes met mine.

The room shifted.

Moments later,

it happened.

I sold my first print.

Ever.

Katrina—

I’ll be grateful

for the rest of my life.

Yesterday was Saturday

22 November 2025.

One of the best days

of my life.

I found the missing link:

People.

My people.