Esq vean! Hasta sus patitas son como un conglomerado de piedritaaaaaaas

You don’t need to grip summer to keep it. Carry its warmth forward. Let it stain the vineyards, silver the olives, and nourish the food.

“There’s no sadness in this death; it happens in broad daylight with a sun flooding everything with light of pure gold.”

In "The Red Vineyard" (1888), figures meld with ripe crops and dry grass. Harvest has kicked off as fields bask in lingering warmth.

Grapes lie on the ground. They look bountiful rather than tragic.

creativity doesn’t live in perfectly curated grids or trend-driven sameness. It lives in collaboration, in-person connection, and the kind of messy, raw work that risks failure but feels alive.

It's a way of learning how to find and tell stories. And like any of those things, it takes repetition (...) the magic isn't in getting it right once. It's in showing up again and again.

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