Behind what appeared to be a fulfilling life, there was a persistent emptiness quietly tugging at my soul. Despite external harmony, I longed for a deeper connection—something that transcended the superficial and called me inward, toward a more honest form of living.
When I looked back, I remembered the carefree days of childhood, when drawing castles after school brought immeasurable joy. The nostalgia of those moments revealed a longing for a genuine happiness that had slowly faded with time.
In my search for fulfillment, I considered therapy, hoping it might hold the answer to that quiet emptiness. But in the stillness of reflection, I realized that what I was truly being called to do was return to what had once made me feel alive. And so my journey began with a simple, deliberate choice: enrolling in art school and slowly peeling away the layers to return to my authentic self.
Years of self-imposed introversion began to dissolve in the presence of fellow artists. I realized I wasn’t an introvert—I simply hadn’t found my place. The shared passion, the creative energy, and the sense of belonging opened something in me that had long been waiting to breathe.
Becoming an artist gave me a way to communicate my inner world and the vast spectrum of human emotion. I wanted to be seen—not in a superficial way, but truly known. I wanted others to see the world through my eyes, through my sensitivity and lived experience.
Along this path, I made a conscious choice to remove the mask that had hidden my true self. Fear of judgment, insecurity, and the need for approval had kept me small for a long time. But art gently invited me to step into the light.
At some point, the question became very simple: What do you want to do that you know will make you happy? The answer was clear—art. Its healing power was undeniable, something that could not be fully explained in words.
Choosing to be an artist was not only an act of self-discovery; it became an act of gratitude. A commitment to offer my truest self to the world, to use art as a path toward self-love and freedom from old fears.
Even though traces of fear still exist, I now walk this path with determination. I have chosen to dedicate my life to art—not only as a creative pursuit, but as a journey of healing, self-discovery, and honest expression. This is not just what I do. It is who I am becoming.