That's the art therapy. It always starts as the artist puts down his paintbrush. That is always a test. So I have to choose now. I can either smile to all passersby (to welcome the strangers as myself) or try to look wise and hide my story under the lock.
The truth I confess in my writings quite often spots the purity of colors that I had luck to sense. So you can either rejoice at my Shield of Smile (at the artworks of art by Tomas) or read about my contradicting emotions below each picture.