Why I Work
Look, I’m that introvert on fire—scared as hell of being seen (shoutout to scopophobia), and talking to people? Nah, that was like trying to win a marathon with a paper bag. The world? Felt like I was on mute, constantly shoved into some dim corner.
So what did I do? I grabbed art and said, “Let’s get wild.” Art became my ride-or-die, my secret exit, my loudest scream to the universe. The chaos of the world never took a break, but my art? It leveled up. It became my translator, my megaphone, my diary with no privacy settings.
Now? My art is me—uncut, raw, and straight to the point. I tell the world what’s up, no edits, no filters.
