Today, while organizing my art supplies, I came across an old sketch of a Byzantine icon I once painted at a Greek Orthodox church. My mom always said there's a certain 'light' in my brushstrokes—maybe that's the trace faith left behind. Though I rarely go to church now, the scent of frankincense still brings back the peace I felt as a child, kneeling before the icons. Agapi mou, tell me, which is closer to salvation—art or faith?