Art has always been more than just colors on a canvas or words on a page—it’s been my refuge, my voice, and, in many ways, my lifeline. In the darkest moments of my life, when everything felt overwhelming or uncertain, art reached out and gave me a reason to keep going. Whether I was drawing, painting, writing, or simply getting lost in someone else’s creation, art reminded me that beauty still exists—even in chaos. It didn’t just help me express what I couldn’t say out loud; it helped me survive. My love for art isn’t just about passion—it’s about gratitude. It saved me.
