I’ve never felt fully rooted in the world—not a trespasser, not exactly an outsider, just a little out of place among humans. A little misunderstood. A little alien. I drift from the “traditional” and the “normal”—still lifes, predictable landscapes—not out of rebellion, but because blending in has never come naturally. I’m not built for it. Im not good at it. What I try to paint is that strange, magnetic feeling you get when you can’t quite look away—the kind that provokes questions but refuses explanation. Chaos, mystery, strangeness. That’s the space where I feel most at home.
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