"Becoming an Artist" is not a statement β it's a question. It isnβt about waiting β itβs about doing.
Without formal training, I searched, tried, hesitated.
I used paint, pencils, tablets, AI.
I waited for a style, for legitimacy.
What emerged are images that donβt scream β but they're true.
A collector called them visual silences, like opening a space in the middle of the noise.
I claim that.
This is my voice, my way of being here.
Iβm not becoming an artist.
I already am.