When the world turns cruel, it hits without warning—exposing a truth you can’t unsee. I’m bleeding the taste of life, and in that moment, I survive not for myself, but for the ones I love.

Each piece is a letter written in the dark, though no words appear on the surface, it is an intimate language of pressure, silence, and touch. These marks are meant to be felt as much as seen, made all for the ones I love, those whose absence left the deepest ache and vacuum in my heart. To the ones who are the rays of the sun in the darkness of life.

My work emerges from a space of internal tension constantly pull between the life I live now and the one I left behind. It is a daily dialogue between two worlds, shaped by drastically different circumstances, values, and expectations. This growing polar force within me gives rise to images that are both personal and universal, rooted in contrast, conflict, and juxtaposition.

Rather than seeking resolution, my work holds space for contradiction. It asks me to sit with discomfort and confront the friction between what I long for and what I receive, the quiet gap between desire and reality, the prayers that go unanswered. Each piece becomes a quiet negotiation of these polarities, bittersweet, unresolved, and deeply human. Love and anger, light and fear, are woven into each mark.

I find solace in repetition and silent communication as I channel my fear and frustration in the forms that veil my true feelings. At its core, my work is a healing meditation on longing—for connection, for peace, for home. A home held in the hearts of those who I love.