I don’t confine myself to one art style because art, for me, is a language of everything I can’t say out loud. I’m deeply drawn to surrealism—it lets me translate my dreams, fears, and hidden desires into visual form, where reality and imagination collide. At the same time, realism grounds me; it sharpens my eye, discipline, and patience. Between both, I find balance—expression and control, chaos and structure, emotion and skill. Art is where I understand myself.

My inspiration comes from my personal journey—every pain, silent struggle, and moment I had to keep going. I also feel others’ suffering deeply, as if it were my own, and I turn it into art to give it a voice. Each piece holds emotions I once couldn’t express, reminding me of my strength. I also paint what I love—beautiful memories and joy—so I never forget happiness exists. My art carries pain, empathy, and hope, but always leads me toward healing and the belief that darkness can become light.

I would invest first in my art—buying paints, materials, and tools I’ve always struggled to afford, because I have so much inside me that needs to be expressed. I want to grow beyond my limited inner world. Most importantly, I want to use part of it to support other artists like me by giving materials, voice, & opportunities, especially for orphaned children who dream of creating but lack resources. For me, art is not only personal; it is something I want to share, expand, and give back through.