In a quiet little village, where the days drifted by in muted silence, lived Lina, a young artist with a remarkable gift: she could feel colours. To her, colours weren’t simply shades on a surface, but stories, emotions and voices that resonated deep within. Her studio, an enchanting space with tall windows that let daylight dance over rows of paint pots, brushes and unfinished canvases, was her sanctuary. Splashes of colour covered the walls, each one a fragment of her creative journey. Yet despite the vibrancy around her, Lina felt confined, waiting for something she couldn’t quite name.
During a walk along an old path, she stumbled upon a book with a weathered leather cover. The title was barely visible, but the words Colours show the way stirred her curiosity. Though its pages were blank, the book felt strangely alive in her hands. Back in her studio that evening, she could no longer resist opening it. As soon as she gently touched an empty page with her brush, something magical happened: the colours on her palette began to blend on their own, forming a vivid image. A soft purple glow filled the room, carrying a gentle whisper; one that spoke of hope.
In the days that followed, Lina brought her feelings to life through colour. Pink revealed tenderness and precious childhood memories. Yellow radiated a joy so warm it made her laugh. Gold murmured wisdom and a quiet strength she hadn’t realised she possessed. Each colour seemed to guide her deeper into her own essence. And yet, she sensed something was still missing; the book, magical as it was, didn’t feel complete.
One evening, when she touched a fiery shade of red, it burst across the canvas. The intensity carried passion, adventure and a yearning to be bolder. This time the message was unmistakable: leave the safety of her familiar studio. With the book tucked under her arm, Lina set out the next morning in search of answers.
Her journey led her to a part of the village she had never noticed before, a hilltop overlooking the valley. There, set into the ground, she discovered an enormous mosaic. Its colours shimmered in the sunlight, moving in perfect harmony, echoing every shade she had felt and painted. The mosaic had a story of its own: created long ago by an artist who believed in the healing power of colour, it had been forgotten and buried under the earth until a storm revealed it once more. Lina knew this through a gentle whisper from her colours. At the centre of the mosaic lay a mirror. When she looked into it, she heard a quiet voice: colours are your voice. Share them. In that moment, she felt deeply connected as though the mosaic and she had always belonged to one another.
From then on, Lina no longer stayed within the four walls of her studio. She travelled from village to village, bringing colour into the lives of others. She listened to their stories, translated them into paintings and helped people discover their own voice through colour. In doing so, the language of colours became not only her gift, but a bridge between herself and the world around her. Lina had finally found her place: at the very heart of the connection between art and people.