My Art, My Rules, My Playground
How Life Made Me an Artist
Who am I as an artist? Simple. I am everything. Everyone. Every experience. Every feeling. Every little thing in existence that has touched me or passed through me. It all flows into my work. The good, the bad, the messy, the magical, the “wait, what the f*** just happened?” moments. They all shape the way I see, feel, and create. Some people only talk about the bright side. Me? I shine a little light on the shadows too. Without the lows, the highs would be nonexistent. The messy moments are usually where the magic starts.
Falling, Learning, Painting
Everyone hits a few bumps along the way. Some trips are messy, some are funny in hindsight, and some just leave you staring at the floor wondering what the hell happened. Every stumble teaches you something, even if it is just patience or how to clean up paint stains. The struggles and the wins both feed the creative fire. They build the artist, one messy imperfect brushstroke at a time.
I always knew art was more than a hobby. But like a lot of artists, I doubted myself. It was not instant confidence or clarity, but every step built the foundation I work from today.
A Change of Scenery, A Change of Mindset
Sometimes you just need to hit refresh. A new environment, a new perspective, or even just being around people who believe in you can completely shift how you see yourself and your work. Inspiration shows up when you give it space. Trying, experimenting, and trusting your instincts can turn a little curiosity into a big creative leap. That mindset is what allows me to keep going, growing, and exploring.
Caribbean Roots, Opinions, and Tiny Seeds of Belief
Growing up Caribbean means you get a lot of opinions. Opinions do not pay the bills. They do not hold your brush. Once I surrounded myself with people who believed in me, my perspective shifted. That small belief was enough to get me moving.
My creative philosophy is simple. Just do it. Overthinking kills creativity. Take the leap and deal with the landing later. Even a tiny bit of faith can lead to big things.
What My Art Says Without Saying Anything
People often ask what my art means, my answer is a simple question, what does it mean to you? I could say idk.. Humans, color theory, psychology, intuition? But truly, I prefer to let the art speak and I let people interpret it however they want.
Each canvas is a playground and me ? I explore freely.
My art exists independently. I am its extension. Everything inspires me. Food, emotions, places, people, life, spirituality, the world. When I create, it is just me in the room.
I paint for myself first, the world second.
Why do I paint? why the f*** not?
