Creation was once deferred, but never denied; creativity lived quietly within, waiting for its moment to rise. Now, I am free. Free to shape and be shaped by the spirit of the materials, to listen to their silent language, and give form to what longs to be seen.

Art, for me, is resistance, a quiet defiance against erasure. It is beauty forged in truth, resilience carved from memory, and power drawn from the union of intention and instinct. In every medium I touch, I find dialogue. In every texture, a voice. In every mark, a history; mine, and not mine.

This journey is not just about making; it is about becoming.

I create to honor potential; the potential of materials, of moments, of self. Each piece is a meeting of purpose and possibility, where I do not simply mold, but am also molded.