I am art not because I make it but because I live it. Every part of me, every thought, every moment, every scar is part of something bigger, like strokes on the canvas of life.
Behind me is Van Gogh’s Starry Night, not just as decoration but as a reflection of everything inside me: the chaos, the beauty, the dreams, the quiet, the storms.
This is not just a picture. It is a reminder that being human means feeling, growing and changing is a form of art itself.
I don’t create art.
I am art...
