My First Love: Drawing

Before I knew how to write my name, I was already drawing.
As a child, I created comic books, inventing entire worlds with my pencil. Drawing became my secret language — my escape in a world where I never quite fit in. I wasn’t popular. I wasn’t doing well in school. But in the margins of my notebooks, I found a safe place to exist freely, without the rules and boxes society tried to place around me.

In high school, I proudly presented my portfolio — the result of years of passion and dedication. But the guidance counselor looked me in the eyes and said, “Forget it. You can’t make a living from art.”
That moment planted doubt deep inside me. Life pulled me in other directions.
I drifted far from myself.

Years later, during a dark depression and identity crisis, I picked up my pencil again.
And everything changed.

By creating, I began to heal. My drawings evolved into paintings.
And through them, I transformed my life from the inside out.
That’s when I discovered the real power of my art — not just as expression, but as a portal.
A mirror. A sacred space.

Today, my paintings are more than images.
They are portals for the soul — invitations to awaken, to heal, and to evolve.
For those who are ready, they offer a doorway to something deeper.

And to that little girl who never stopped drawing:
Thank you for never giving up.