My first ritual is priming the canvas. With meticulous care, I apply an oil-based primer, ensuring the surface is prepared to embrace the colors and strokes that will soon grace it.

Patience becomes my companion as I wait for the primer to dry, each passing moment filled with anticipation for the creative process to unfold. Once the canvas is ready, I dive into the realm of layers, each stroke a deliberate dance between my brush and the surface.

Layer by layer, I build upon the blank expanse, breathing life into the canvas with a symphony of hues and shades. But before I delve into the heart of my subject, I attend to the backdrop, crafting textures and backgrounds that will serve as the stage for my artistic narrative.

With each stroke, I weave a tapestry of emotions and expressions, blending colors to evoke mood and atmosphere. The canvas becomes a playground of possibilities, each brushstroke a step closer to realizing my vision.

As I immerse myself in the creative process, time seems to lose its hold, and the world fades away, leaving only me and the canvas in a silent dialogue of creation. And when the final touches are complete, I step back, a sense of fulfillment washing over me as I gaze upon the masterpiece born from the depths of my imagination.