🎨 My new (analog) art journey
Life is funny sometimes. I think art and love are kind of the same.
Something bad happens—and it will, because that’s life—and then we get hurt.
We get scared. We back off. We close the door.
Could be love. Could be art. Could be both.
I never really shied away from love (even after heartbreak), somehow always finding my way back with fresh courage. But art? That was different.
Something happened when I was 12, and I never really picked up a pencil again. I went all in on the digital world instead. And to be fair—it’s incredible what you can create there.
Despite what some people think, digital art isn’t “easier.” It has its own learning curves, tools, and challenges. But now, 28 years later, I’ve decided to heal that analog art wound. Who knows—maybe the love will run even deeper this time.
P.S. There was a brief fling with analog art once. I was 24 or 25, living in Paris, heartbroken and alone. So, naturally—red wine and painting happened. Six beautiful months in my little studio flat. No one ever saw those pieces. They probably got lost somewhere along the way, like most things in that nomadic chapter.
🏡 Medium exploration
These days, I’m diving in—charcoal, watercolor, sketches, abstract play, line work. I don’t know where I’ll land, but for now I’m loving the freedom. What used to feel scary now feels like fun.
Practicing without pressure? That’s a new kind of joy. And the art community I’ve discovered… honestly, it’s filled with such beautiful, wildly talented souls. It’s inspiring to witness.
