Once upon a time, I lived inside a bubble, disconnected from the rest of the world.

From colorful paintings, I departed to black and white drawings and landed on color-free embossed paper. I am worn by pain; I could not find any colors to express this feeling. It seems like there is a vacuum in my heart. As I grapple with this inner darkness, I am compelled to confront and unravel the nightmares and fears that have been haunting me, seeking a cathartic release through my art. This transformation provides an avenue for personal healing and self-discovery. 

I find solace in repetition and silent communication as I channel my fear and frustration in the abstract forms that veil my true feelings. In this way, my art becomes a conduit for the voice I once denied, allowing me to share my story and the profound impact of being uprooted from where I once called home.