LiiaWow

My name is Lia. I love silence. Not the kind that oppresses, but the kind that envelops you — like a gentle breeze by the water, when the waves barely touch the shore. In such moments I feel real.

I have long hair — dark, thick, it falls to my shoulders, as if it also wants to hide from the unnecessary noise of the world. Sometimes I collect it carelessly when I take up the brushes. And sometimes I leave it loose — then it smells of paint, coffee and a little freedom.

I paint. It's not just a hobby — it's my language. I can't always put into words what I feel, but I can convey it with colors. There's a lot of water in my paintings: lakes, the sea, reflections of the sky. Probably because I feel a peace near the water that is so lacking in people.

I like to go somewhere alone — to a lake, to the sea. Sit down with coffee, hot and fragrant, the kind that burns your lips and brings you back to life a little. And watch. Just watch. Without rushing.

I love when I am noticed. Not loudly, not for show — but quietly. When a person sees not only my face, but what is behind it. When I am treated with respect. When I am appreciated — not for something, but just like that. It is a rare feeling, but when it appears, I become softer. In the evening I can wrap myself in a blanket and turn on a movie. The best — something light, comedic, to laugh for no reason. Or a detective — to solve, make guesses and get a little lost in the plot. I like to feel how the story drags on.

I love delicious food - not just to eat, but to feel the taste. As in life: I don't like rushing. I like to feel. And you know... sometimes it seems to me that I am like a painting that has not yet been finished. With the right people, I become brighter. With the wrong ones, I simply become covered with layers of paint. But I know one thing for sure: I am worth being looked at carefully. Like looking at something real.