It's been a few months since my whole family migrated in search for greener pastures. I've been with them everywhere they went until now but this time was different. I don't know when I'll be able to see them again. It's an odd feeling to walk around a house so empty.
study
found an old painting i did as a kid and decided to paint over it. reds (looks magenta but believe me this napthol red kek) in the old painting looking great as an underpainting.
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This is not a “comeback.”
It’s more like a slow return to myself.
A quiet reawakening.
And I hope to share more of this journey with you, one step at a time.
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After a long silence, I feel the need to share something personal.
I’ve been away—not just from social media, but from myself, from my art. A part of me I deeply love had gone quiet.
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For a while, I thought maybe this was it.
That I had become one of those people consumed by routine,
too exhausted to nurture what made me feel alive.
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Even surrounded by all the things that once inspired me,
I felt numb.
Expression was gone.
I couldn’t translate what I felt into anything tangible anymore.
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I used to lose myself in the stories behind artworks.
What moved the artist? What pain or joy lived behind each stroke?
But lately, I couldn’t even bring myself to pick up a pencil.
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Art has always been more than a passion for me.
It’s been an unconditional love—an obsession, really—
with history, mythology, the hidden meanings behind masterpieces…
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Life happened. Work pressures. Personal challenges.
At some point, I slipped into burnout without even noticing.
And with that, I abandoned the creative part of me that once felt like home.
Selling art is fucking hard. If you’re an artist and you feel like commenting under another artist’s post where they’re trying to get their work seen, either say something positive or shut the fuck up. Their public comment section is not the place for you to poke fun at them or criticize. Send them a DM and say it to their face if you have to.