to describe how I felt that evening, but yeah I did not fall on my back, you always said never to. Now, banquets flood my apartment every now & then, I now feel transformed and fortunate. Art really has brought out the good in me, and my heart is now overwhelmed with hope.
As I write and sip a warm cup of coffee in a shop down the street, my spirit hums with the silence echoing in your room as you read this letter, I know you’ re proud of me, but I am even more proud of myself. Proud of those realizations and depth I have been able to measure with my works, proud of every time I really rose back after my faults. Proud of following my instincts and erupting like a wildfire and I am glad that I have been cured of deaths arrows.
Finally, Mozambique has been a place for me, serene and conventional. It is a vast
51 land, clothed with seas and light, and inspirational artworks and sculptures( of a sculpture artist from the Makondo tribe of Mozambique). I also made sure to add some pictures of my visit to Quirimbas National park last summer in this letter, it was epic! I also added some pictures from the art exhibit and my favorite meal, the Chicken peri-peri. I will have you visit soon, I promise. With hearts that blossom as the rose 🌹