I love this piece — let’s call it by its name: art.
The colors, the rhythm, the quiet madness of it all.
It feels painted rather than made, as if it existed long before I did, just waiting for me to stumble upon it.
I’m proud of that — proud of the freedom I’ve carved for myself, proud that I’ve learned to move without permission, to create exactly what I love, unfiltered and alive.
And I love that I made it in Poland — Międzyzdroje, to be exact.
The waves, the sand that carried me through so many nights and mornings of doubt and horror.
That shore wrapped me in calm and pulled the fear right out of me — the fear of moving forward, the fear of looking back.
Stubborn fire.
No safety net — just intention, madness, and love stitched together with a drunken kind of faith.
It’s wild to see it breathe. To know it’s mine.
Every beat, every shadow, every flicker — born out of that quiet refusal to wait for approval.
If you haven’t seen the film yet, take a moment and watch it.
I know — everything’s fast now, everyone wants the rush, the bite-sized hit of content on whatever platform they’re scrolling.
But give it time.
Watch it on a real screen, not a phone.
Sit down, breathe, and let it play.
Leave a comment too — it’s good for the algorithm, sure, but mostly it’s good for the soul — mine and yours.
A few people have watched it, but almost no one really talks.
I’d even welcome the rough comments.
I just want that exchange — the kind I already have with my friends, with my family.
I want you to be family too.
‚WRITTEN, PRODUCED AND DIRECTED by Igor Botur‘
This is gonna be the lighthouse of my intention, flickering wild against the void — fueled by faith, fear, and a bit of beautiful grace.
