To be called an Artist is a great responsibility. For me it has been a story of confrontation with my self, my demons, to pull my way through life. Art is difficult, most times it is the endurance of one’s own suffering and sometimes other’s. Stirring my soul out when something moves me, personal memories or stories of other people and doing this without destroying myself.
I live in Meraki (when one leaves a piece of their self (their soul, creativity, or love in one’s work). Everything I make is a reflection of my inner self (good or bad), it is me, a part of my soul goes into my creations. Even though this makes me vulnerable sometimes, I still continue to live with complete passion, dedication and remain present in service to what I believe in.