I was deeply moved by what you wrote back then. In the depths of my soul, I was present in every corner of Portland with my brother Glaca. My conscience wouldn't let me rest, so for the next three months, I kept scratching and applying more layers of paint on this canvas until one day my brother stopped me and said that the painting was finished. As I signed it, I knew it was a powerful historical mark. Why did I want to show this piece to you so much? I think you've already answered that in your comment. I bow to you and have great respect for you, Ava.✊❤️✊