She grabbed my arm, her eyes fixed on my painting, Blunt Force Trauma. "What were you thinking when you created this?" she asked, as if I held the key to its meaning. I offered a cautious explanation, speaking of pain and power, but uncertain if she sought something deeper. Before I could continue, she interrupted, her grip tightening. "Oh, I know!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with understanding. "It's like the world crushes people sometimes, right?" She didn't just hear my words; she truly saw them in the artwork. As the museum closed, I reflected on how our conversation had cracked open a code. That's the magic of art—you never know how it will affect someone until it does. It pulls you into unexpected conversations, bridging gaps, and sparking connections in ways you never thought possible.