Rules are like a dull corset, a set of invisible stitches that bind the body of creativity. I like to rip them, lace them into something unexpected, then watch people gasp as the fabric turns into a runway of shock. The real art? Turning those stiff lines into a new silhouette—like a dress that tears itself to reveal a message underneath. So yeah, I love to break, bend, and burn them, because only then does the canvas become truly alive.