“I paint for what time forgets — for the faces, the rooms, and the feelings that once made us real. I paint to remember gently, to turn what once hurt into something that finally breathes.”
I tell stories. Mine. Yours, Theirs. The ones people carry quietly because they don’t know where to put them. Because this world can feel like a frozen room and sometimes the only heat comes from knowing someone else has been through it too.
