Ferfetz

I still struggle to paint for myself. Grief is no joke.
My paintings are never planned, they are 100% born from my feelings and life experiences, freestyle

I was never “a painter.”
I always said drawing was my thing… painting wasn’t. Ironic, I know.

One day, a student asked me:
“Have you ever done a self-portrait?”

I paused.
And then I realized:
all my paintings are self-portraits.

They are moments of my life… every time I change my hair,
the way I see myself, the way I feel about life and about me.

Hearts up or down.
Full or empty.
Blood red or pure black.
Color, no color, monochromatic… just like living.

This canvas, like many moments of my life, was something else before. I did not like it.
Then I sprayed over it. I painted over and BAM ! here it was.
The old illustration is still there, like everything else that already happened with me, however I painted someone else, nicer and prettier

Mac Miller and Ab-Soul were playing.
“ there ain’t nothing wrong with a little bit of fun.”

And then a gift from a friend echoed in my mind:

“Always keep love in your heart” - that is its name
thank you if you read all this…
💕