"The soul whispers."
Allen Garcia gently dropped the paint brush he was holding and looked at the students. He turned his own painting around.
"When you let your mind rest, the spirit is given the opportunity to flow freely. Then it calmly connects with nature, freeing both body and mind from mortal restraints."
"Then that's where the soul expresses itself, whispering the chants of eternity. It makes the impossible, possible. Miracles. Anything is possible when you have mastery over your soul."
The white canvas was painted with immaculate perfect strokes, showcasing Allen's expertise in art.
But his skills were only secondary, rather there was something more unbelievable for the students.
The painting seemed alive, almost breathing. It made the students blink their eyes and wonder if they were just imagining it.
