Sometimes, the art doesn’t begin with a grand idea.
It begins with a small moment,
a quiet morning, the sound of a brush touching water,
the light slipping softly through the window.
Those are the moments that make everything feel real.
Before the colors, before the shapes,
there is stillness. And from that stillness, creation slowly unfolds.
When I paint, I notice things I used to overlook:
how the pigment swirls differently each time,
how the stone feels cool at first and then warm in my hand.
These tiny sensations keep me grounded.
They remind me that art isn’t just about the finished piece,
it’s about being present in the process.
Some days, I don’t paint much.
I just sit, rearrange colors, breathe, and think.
And yet, those days are often the ones that give me new ideas.
Art doesn’t always come from effort.
It often comes from awareness,
from being awake to the beauty that hides in small, ordinary moments.
Maybe that’s why I love painting on stones.
They remind me of time - slow, patient, unhurried.
Each brushstroke feels like a heartbeat,
each pause like a breath between memories.
And when the piece is done, it carries all those moments within it,
the silence, the laughter, the sunlight, the stillness.
Every Leebeno stone is, in its own way,
a diary of small things that made the art possible.
Leebeno – Art born from the small, quiet moments.
