As a child, I felt an irresistible pull towards the world of drawing and painting. In elementary school, my passion was nurtured by an art teacher who recognized the spark within me, and she advised my parents to guide me onto the path of fine arts. However, bound by more conventional aspirations and motivated by the desire for stability, my parents steered me towards a different course. College, they insisted, would lead to a degree, a career, a life mapped out in neat lines.

It was not until later in life that I rediscovered the consuming passion that had been buried deep within me. It was like coming home to myself, as if all those years of suppressing my artistic urges had only made them stronger. With each stroke of paint, I found myself reconnecting with the essence of who I truly was—an artist, unapologetically late to the party—reclaiming the dreams that had lain dormant for far too long.

Since I am a self-taught painter, my artistic journey is a testament to the power of passion and perseverance, and to the innate desire to express oneself through the language of colors and strokes. Liberated from the constraints of commercial appeal, I paint what my heart finds beautiful. I defy the expectations of the market, choosing instead to paint the world as I see and feel it. My canvases are not commodities; they are reflections of a spirit unbound, a testament to the authenticity found in the intersection of realism and impressionism. And as I continue along this wondrous journey of creation, I invite you to join me—to witness the magic that unfolds when we dare to embrace the artist within.