Growing up I struggled to find the words to articulate the pain and confusion I endured as a result of the abuse. The road to recovery was not straightforward; it was a labyrinth of emotions, self discovery, and a full rebuild of who I though I was. Painting, drawing, and creating became more than just mere hobbies. They were my therapy, my self-expression, my lifeline. Through my art I began to confront the demons that haunted me. I could express the emotions I was unable to verbalize, that had been locked inside the vault of my mind. Through art, I could rebuild my sense of self-worth and find peace.
Art has been a constant companion through my life. It allowed me to externalize my pain, to visualize my strength, and to communicate in a way that transcends words. Each piece I create is an indication to my resilience, and affirmation of my survival, and a beacon of hope for those who are still finding their way. My art is not just about ME; it is about the collective US. About the survivors who are still in the shadows that need a reminder that they are not alone, and that there can be beauty in healing.