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.

Through my art, I explore vulnerability, fear, joy, and absurdity. Every line, every color, every composition is a conversation with myself, and through that, a conversation with anyone who dares to look closer.