For most of my life, I didn’t know what I was meant to do—or even who I truly was. I didn’t feel like I had a natural talent or clear path, and for a long time, I felt disconnected from myself.

 

During the pandemic, I began exploring art as a way to pass time and reconnect. I started with simple painting tutorials—flower fields and landscapes—until I discovered fluid art and fell in love with abstract expression. I sold some of my early pieces to close friends and even participated in my first pop-up event. But when nothing sold, I left feeling discouraged and uninspired. I realized my work was lacking something—authenticity. One woman asked me what

I felt while making a piece, and I didn’t have an answer. That moment stuck with me.

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After a long creative pause, I began exploring sculpture—an art form I had always admired. Around the same time, I started therapy. During my sessions, my therapist would ask me to close my eyes and draw what I was feeling after discussing certain moments in my life. That was a breakthrough.

 

I started turning those raw, emotional sketches into sculptural works. Each piece became a physical reflection of what I was processing internally—grief, healing, growth, identity. Now, my art is rooted in emotion, in truth, and in the process of self-discovery. This is more than just creativity—this is how I heal, how I speak, and how I finally found myself.