Absolutely, every canvas is a palimpsest. When I peel back a varnish layer I’m not just cleaning, I’m reading a diary of decisions – a brushstroke here, a color choice there. The hidden letters you mentioned? Those are the secrets of the artist’s hand, almost like tiny fossils in a painting. I love to trace them, even if it means chasing my own doubts for a few more hours. The old pigments hold more than color; they hold whispers of forgotten stories that keep me awake at night.