I’ve never seen art as separate from who I am. The more I evolve, the more my art breaks the mold. I’m interested in truth. In pushing boundaries. Every piece I make is a reflection of the chaos I live, the battles I fight. It’s about ripping myself open and spilling out whatever’s inside. Growth doesn’t come from doing things right—it comes from tearing down the old. From letting your art be a mess.
My art evolves because I do, and not always in some smooth, polished way. It’s jagged. It’s messy. It’s growth with sharp edges. But that’s where the real stuff happens. When you stop caring about rules. When you’re fearless enough to paint your ugly truth.