Imagine this. A gallery in a historic building in Brussels. Dim lighting. The lights gently glide across the walls, reflecting off the paintings and creating an atmosphere between dream and reality. I stand there alone. Everything is ready. The exhibition is hung, the silence in the room almost tangible. And suddenly, it hits me:
This is my exhibition. In Brussels.
I sit down on the floor. Just like that, in the middle of my paintings, letting the moment sink in. I look around and think—what would my ten-year-old self say if she saw this?
"Hey, look, my ten-year-old self, look at this beautiful exhibition we have in Brussels!"
And little me, who used to hang up her drawings all around her grandparents' house, pretending to have a real exhibition, would say without hesitation:
"Wow, Klára, in 21 years from now? This is what we wanted! To have exhibitions like this! That’s amazing! But I knew it would happen."
(At ten years old, I had an unshakable belief in the future. 🙂)
And you know what? She was right.
If you ever doubt whether something is worth it—it is! Because this is proof.
Thank you to everyone who supported me on this journey. And thank you to little me, who never stopped believing.❤️
Take a look at the photos—they capture not only the exhibition but also that special moment when a dream truly becomes reality.
And if you ever find yourself in Brussels… well, you know where to go. 😉
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