Finding my voice as an artist wasn’t about style—it was about honesty. This reflection explores what it means to create something real, and why authenticity matters more than readiness or recognition.

In my early twenties, I said I would never draw again. I had reached the limits of what I could do on my own, and creating became too painful. This is the story of how I lost my desire to make art—and what eventually brought me back to it.

This is the beginning of my story—how I first felt the value of art, not as a mere distraction, but as something that gave meaning when nothing else could. A reflection on beauty, loneliness, and the connection art creates between us.