I mean — yes, I love it. I always have.

Do you remember being a child and having that one thing you could do for hours without even noticing time passing?

Like drawing in any notebook you found around the house, making up stories with dolls, or creating things by hand with cardboard, photos, cut-outs… that kind of thing.

That thing that, if someone had told you as an adult you could do it for a living, you would have chosen without thinking twice.

That thing most people look back on and wish they had pursued.

For me, that was painting.

I never saw it as a job. I saw it as my dream.

And somehow — I built my life around it.

But the reason I still paint today is not just the art.

It’s the messages I receive every day because of my work.

Messages like these:

“My relationship with my mother felt distant.

Things kept getting worse. We barely visited each other anymore.

I honestly didn’t understand what was happening, because I always tried to treat her well.

Then her birthday was coming up, I saw your work, and I decided to try.

Until then, I had always given her gifts that were nice, but nothing truly special.

And honestly, this was different.

Her reaction was to burst into tears, because no gift had ever touched her heart like that.

From that moment, it wasn’t overnight, but little by little our relationship started to flow again.”

Or like this one:

“I had a photo of a once-in-a-lifetime moment I shared with someone very special to me, saved on my phone for years.

I liked it, but on my phone it felt like just another picture.

That’s why I decided to commission two paintings from you: one for me and one for that special person.

I didn’t think it would mean that much, but when I saw it painted in oil.

With the brushstrokes and that texture, I felt like that memory finally had the place it deserved.

The other person was blown away too.

Thank you, Victor.

Great artist and great talent.”

Messages like these are the reason I pick up the brush every morning.

And what I’ve realized through all of this is that the real reason I paint is this:

I get to make two dreams come true at the same time.

Mine — doing what I love with every brushstroke.

And other people’s dreams too.

Like one client who told me she had a very special occasion coming up with someone she deeply valued, and that she had spent weeks looking for something that truly fit the moment.

Something that wouldn’t end up stored away.

Something that would make that person feel she had truly thought about them.

When she received the painting, she wrote to me saying she had done it.

That everything had gone wonderfully.

That she had dreamed of that exact reaction.

Or another client who had a very simple family photo.

One of those photos that doesn’t look perfect, but carries the full weight of a legacy behind it.

And when she saw it turned into an oil painting, she told me it was no longer just a photo.

It was her family’s legacy transformed into what it truly deserved to be.

And that she had no words to describe it.

That makes me happy.

Knowing that I get to spend my life fulfilling other people’s dreams and my own at the same time.

That’s why I paint every brushstroke as if I might never get to paint another one.

Because honestly, who knows whether we’ll still be here tomorrow?”