Leicyane

2024, I lost myself. No, truthfully, I lost myself long before that.
2024 was just the year that I finally realized it, when I looked at myself and saw I could no longer find the art of being me.

Me, who, at two, was already drawing, at three, already writing.
Me, who carried colorful pens and paper everywhere I went for my entire childhood, just for the pleasure of having the chance of to draw wherever I was.

Me, who always saw museums as sacred places in every new city, and who had the dance as my natural moving.

Now, as an adult, drained of color and laughter, I finally asked myself: What happened? What pulled me so far away from art?

Maybe it was the years spent in architecture school, that systematized the way I create. Maybe it was the routine of the profession, stealing from me the joy of pencil meeting paper.

Maybe it was the circumstances of life or the wrong relationships that, in a cowardly way, tore from our hands the pleasure of being and creating art. But to be honest, finding someone to blame no longer mattered — what truly mattered was reclaiming the essence that had been lost.
And now, in desperation, I began to search. I had lost it. And that finding art again was no longer a desire — it was a deep need. To find art meant to find me.

Where the art is?
I found part of it hidden deep inside. And the rest, I saw all around me and I am still finding, probably like you also are.

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Mission

To keep searching for art.
To nurture it, teach it, make it seen.
And wherever it’s found, to help it grow —
make it part of daily life, make it visible.

Let art be a tool for a better life.
Let it offer emotional support, give lives purpose,

and save others,
just as one day,
it saved mine.

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