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Exploring The World of

Imperfect

Perfection

When obsession becomes profession, the profession becomes you.

It starts as a whisper - a pull you can’t explain. An image, a feeling, an idea that won’t let go. You follow it, gently, unknowingly shaping your days around it, until one day it begins to speak through your hands. What starts as a small observation, becomes obsession, and transforms into practice, then presence. And the work seeps into your routine, your thoughts, your way of noticing the world. You no longer wear the work, it wears you. Your obsession becomes a quiet persistence, shaping attention, decision, intention. And when the act of creating becomes inseparable from your sense of self, the line fades. There is no artist, no art - only the process, unfolding.

Art is nothing without its diluted forms, and yet its process is entirely indifferent to whether the form is present or absent, living or dead, human or inhuman, math or literarure. It's art and it is as abstract as it gets.

Voyage into the self

And then it leads to unlock the door into the self. My work narrates these observations. I explore intimacy and vulnerability, expectations and disappointments, explicity and obscurity.

My artworks are not just 'pictures' of objects, but the connections between moments and feelings captured in time to be remembered indelibly, but imperfectly.

You linger on imperfection. And so you make it perfect.