Painting has always been my way of listening to myself. Long before I learned about brushes, canvases, or techniques, I was just a kid who loved to scribble on any surface I could find�old notebooks, scraps of paper, even walls when no one was looking. What started as random strokes slowly became my language, a way to express feelings I couldn�t put into words.
As I grew older, I realized that painting wasn�t just about creating something �beautiful.� For me, it was about telling stories. The quiet streets of my hometown, the vibrant festivals, the subtle emotions on a stranger�s face�these became my subjects. Each painting I make feels like a diary entry, but instead of sentences, I use colors, textures, and forms.
One of the most memorable moments in my journey was when I painted a mural for a small community project. Watching people stop, stare, and connect with the work made me understand the true purpose of art�it�s not just about me, the painter, but about how others see themselves in what I create.
My style is still evolving. Some days I lean into realism, other days I drift into abstraction. But no matter where my brush takes me, the goal remains the same: to capture emotions and stories that words can�t always hold.
Painting is both a struggle and a comfort. There are days when the canvas fights back, when nothing feels right. But then there are moments when the colors flow naturally, and it feels like magic�like the painting is creating itself. Those are the moments that keep me going.
Through this blog, I want to share not just my finished works, but also the journey behind them�the doubts, the inspirations, the late nights, and the little victories. Because to me, art is not just about the final picture, but the story of how it came to be.
As I grew older, I realized that painting wasn�t just about creating something �beautiful.� For me, it was about telling stories. The quiet streets of my hometown, the vibrant festivals, the subtle emotions on a stranger�s face�these became my subjects. Each painting I make feels like a diary entry, but instead of sentences, I use colors, textures, and forms.
One of the most memorable moments in my journey was when I painted a mural for a small community project. Watching people stop, stare, and connect with the work made me understand the true purpose of art�it�s not just about me, the painter, but about how others see themselves in what I create.
My style is still evolving. Some days I lean into realism, other days I drift into abstraction. But no matter where my brush takes me, the goal remains the same: to capture emotions and stories that words can�t always hold.
Painting is both a struggle and a comfort. There are days when the canvas fights back, when nothing feels right. But then there are moments when the colors flow naturally, and it feels like magic�like the painting is creating itself. Those are the moments that keep me going.
Through this blog, I want to share not just my finished works, but also the journey behind them�the doubts, the inspirations, the late nights, and the little victories. Because to me, art is not just about the final picture, but the story of how it came to be.