When I paint, I am not trying to be good.

I am not trying to make it nice.

I am not even trying to make the message visible.

I don’t like to say that I “make art”.

Honestly, I have no idea what art really is.

I don’t know the proper techniques, or the right proportions of the human body.

And I don’t care. I don’t even want to learn them.

What I see is that many artists I respect also don’t really care in that way.

Most of them learn the rules and technique only so they can forget them later.

Some spend their whole lives trying to free themselves, to paint without borders, limits or frames.

But there is one thing they all do:
they repeat.

They return to the same themes, the same gestures, again and again.

People from the outside call it “style”.

I see it as training. A slow path to freedom.

If you repeat the same thing, no matter how simple it is, it becomes extraordinary.

You become the master of it.

That is what I want.

I want to paint to release energy, to think, to grow my thoughts while the colors move on the canvas.

It is like reading a good book, but better.

A book is static. My painting and my thoughts are alive and changing.

This is how I want to create.

And this is also why I don’t want to sell my work.

The moment I sell it, I am afraid the target will change.

I would start creating for others, not for my own consciousness.

I want to create to develop my inner world.

That is enough.