It’s a constant. A reflex. A language I use when words fall short.

I’ve been drawing for as long as I can remember – not because someone asked me to, but because it felt necessary. People fascinate me: their faces, their contradictions, their posture. I draw them to understand them. Sometimes to make peace with them. Often just because something about them lingers.

Music plays a big role, too. When a song hits the right nerve or a band’s mood sticks with me, it often becomes the spark for a portrait. I can’t really explain it – it’s a mix of instinct, obsession, and need for expression.

My illustrations are mostly black and white, raw and bold. Some are digital, some on paper, but all of them are deeply intuitive. They’re not meant to be polished or perfect – they’re meant to feel something.

Drawing is where I come back to myself. It has nothing to do with deliverables or deadlines. It’s where I don’t have to explain myself. And where no one asks for feedback.