I’ve always cherished the feeling of being free—free from limits, expectations, and impossibility. My love for painting began when I was just three years old. Colors, the movement of pencils, and the sweep of brushes across paper stirred something magical in me. I found joy in creating art—spending hours immersed in drawing.

But during my teenage years, everything changed. I was pressured to conform to realism, to meet rigid expectations and my creativity felt stifled. I stopped painting.

Years later, while studying architecture, something shifted. As I grew, I slowly began reconnecting with my emotions—and with them, my love for drawing returned. That’s when I discovered Abstract Expressionism. It felt like coming home. I finally had the freedom to express myself through spontaneous brushwork and color.

Today, I still paint—not to prove anything, but to feel. I don't measure my work by rules or standards. I create because I love it. Because it heals. Because every abstract piece I make is a reflection of freedom, resilience, and the journey back to myself.