Imperfect Beauty Through Light

I watched the light slip through the blinds, turning the hallway into a series of uneven rectangles that felt less like lines and more like stories waiting to be rewritten. My sketchbook lay open, but the ink never quite settled on the page, as if the paper itself whispered that perfection is a mask. Instead, I traced the jagged edges of the frame, finding a quiet joy in the imperfection that makes each line unique. Even in the silence of my studio, a stubborn cynic smiles at the idea that beauty can bloom in the cracks ✨ #imperfectbeauty