Something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
and I wrote the first faint line…
and suddenly I saw
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke free on the open sky.
– Pablo Neruda
The best expression I’ve heard on what compells us to create art.
May you always burn with fever, and may you discover amazing places on your forgotten wings!
Question: What was it like the first time you discovered your passion?