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ART

The canvas does not speak, yet it hums with the voices of everything it has seen. Here, shapes and colors become maps - not to find where you are, but to remind you where you have wandered.

 

In a small courtyard, under the shade of pomegranate trees, colors are ground by hand, each hue carrying the memory of the earth it came from. A brush pauses midair, listening for the sound of its own shadow. A single stroke may open a door to a city that never existed, or recall the cool stone of a path walked long ago.

© 2025 by Arjun Bali & Bali Hai Productions

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