When I thought my Colombian project was destined for failure, the city, in its mysterious way, opened an unexpected door. After turning my back on the paper project, tainted by the greed of small minds, I found myself adrift, searching for a new direction. A photograph I'd taken of artwork on a wall led me through Google's winding paths, not to its creator but to something far more precious: a printing workshop and gallery that had quietly nurtured art for half a century, mere streets from where I lived.

Floating over pixels, a curator of digital dreams, crafting narratives in the ether's streams.
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