My art has no boundaries—no labels, no fixed style, no formal technique, and definitely no rules. It doesn’t belong to any one category because it shifts with whatever I’m feeling in the moment. Sometimes it’s loud and chaotic, other times quiet and still. A shit ton of color one day, & then silence in strokes the next. I don’t paint to impress you or to fit into some mold—I paint because I have something to say that words can’t express. My work isn’t polished or perfect—it’s raw and unapologetically me & real. Call it what you want. Don't really give a shit. To me, it just is. I’m driven by my mood at the time, by sheer energy, by the urge to get what’s inside me out onto the canvas—before like us all, it fades.