Life isn't a straight line. It's wild brushstrokes. Some clean, some messy, all real. Colors don’t always blend. Sometimes they clash. But there’s meaning in that. It’s not meant to be perfect. It’s meant to be felt.
I’m not here for approval. I’m not performing. I’m building something that doesn’t need permission to exist. I don’t measure value by attention. I measure it by impact. And everything I create is meant to outlive the moment.
Because through my eyes, life is art. And I’m the one holding the brush.