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She never had magnificient abilities to articulate. She has always been stubborn and unconventional. Within the firs of the outer realm, she rather fell flat on her face than listen to well-meant advice. But is it wrong to follow your heart? Follow what you believe in? 

She listens to her own voice, her own heart. Her heart advises her to follow the stream of nature, adapting to the speed of life and the lessons of defeat. She is not a misfit after all, she has a big heart, she is simply misunderstood.

Inside herself is a shine. Is it hope?

In the inner realm the world looks different to her. She rarely understands how and why things are. Nobody shares her visions. She'd love to explain, she'd love to tell.

But what are you supposed to do if you can't articulate yourself well? What are you supposed to do if you can't show through a painting? How would she ever be able to express herself to the outer realm eloquently enough, so you can, for once, understand her?

That's the atelier of her thoughts. The atelier represents the despicable attempt of transfering the inner realm to outer in her own distinct way. The atelier is a flower in hell shining for those who seek to view the stream of life. The question is: Is it water or lava?