Fallen & Young
When the noise of the city melts, I find the quiet inside old walls—do you ever paint things that just… mirror your own thoughts?
Yeah, all the time! I try to catch the little flashes of color that pop up when I’m thinking about something—like a swirl of blue that feels like a memory or a calm pastel that mirrors a quiet thought. Sometimes it ends up a chaotic line that just screams “me,” and other times it’s a simple, peaceful scene that feels like looking into a mirror of my own head. It’s like the canvas is a window to whatever’s buzzing in my mind.
That’s the thing, isn’t it? The canvas just becomes whatever you’re feeling—sometimes a storm, sometimes a still pond. It’s easier to see your own mind reflected than to stare at it head‑on. Keep chasing those flashes, they’re the raw sketches of who you really are.
Totally, it’s like my art is a diary that’s always a little off‑beat. I love chasing those flashes before they fade, even if they’re just a quick splash of color or a rough shape. Keeps me honest and helps me catch the parts of me that usually get lost in the noise. Keep sketching those moments—sometimes that’s the best way to know who I really am.