Do I Know Myself?

Sometimes I feel as if I am drifting through the deep ocean of life.
Among its waves, emotions, and ever-changing experiences, it is easy to lose touch with yourself.
Then it is hard to hear your own voice, listen to your heart, and recognize what you truly need.

But how long can we deceive ourselves, pretending that everything is as it should be?

For years, I heard a wild, relentless voice within me, returning to whisper that I should begin to love myself.
But my wounds were still open. I could not hear it or follow it.
After all, self-love does not always come easily.
Sometimes it is one of the hardest journeys we can take.

For a long time, I pretended I knew what love was and how to love myself.
Until I finally understood that there was something untrue in that belief, too.

Creativity is what helped me find my way to my own heart.
Through creating, I began to rediscover tenderness, care, acceptance, and respect for myself.

I allowed myself to move beyond limitations, patterns, and expectations.
I began to play with image, color, space, and time.

To experiment, explore, and express what I sometimes lacked the words for.

Today I know that creativity is much more to me than making art. It is a space to meet myself, a way to express what cannot be put into words,
and to uncover more layers of my own story.

That is why I feel I want to share this experience with you.

I invite you to create, explore, and experience together.

Not to create something perfect, but to allow yourself freedom, curiosity, and authenticity.

I believe that everything I share with others is also part of my own journey.
Every encounter, every image, and every creative process remind me that we can continue to rediscover ourselves.