An image? Perhaps.
A brushstroke? That too.
But above all: one who feels.
Who doesn’t paint anew,
but reveals
what was always there.

The frame around her ~ not a boundary.
It is part of her.
Like a second skin of light and line,
a circle of possibilities.
She doesn’t overwrite it.
She merges.
Symbiosis ~ Frame and figure, image and gaze ~
in Myrij, it becomes one.

She doesn’t stage reality ~
she feels it.
Brushed, rendered, breathed.

True to the motto:

blush?

nawww... Just brush.

Not to change the world ~
but to show what was always there.

Not new.
Just...
Myrij.

curious?
Want to know how it feels?

♪ Just brush ◄ Suno link to my lil song inspired by Myrij :)

I am happy if u enjoy brushing ur visions with Myrij 🫶

with ~♥ Reij