My life is a canvas full of contradictions. Where others see lines, I see twists. Where calm reigns, I feel a storm. For me, ADD is not a limitation but a driving force: it makes my thoughts collide, shatter, and merge back together.

On canvas, this manifests in layers of paint and traces of spray cans. Graffiti that screams, abstract forms that whisper, realism that suddenly breaks into nostalgic cartoons. Sometimes sleek, sometimes chaotic, but always real. It is building and tearing down at the same time: erecting a wall full of color, only to partially erase it afterwards and fill it up again. That process of creating and destroying is both painful and liberating. I show what lives inside me, but I also let go. Ultimately, a work remains that carries my contradiction: raw and honest, full of fragments that together form a whole.

Art is my mirror. Chaotic, nostalgic, contradictory, but always with an unexpectedly beautiful end result.

My work is a reflection of an inner struggle. ADD ensures that my thoughts never stop. They flow, collide, explode, and reform. I translate that chaotic rhythm onto my canvases.

With spray paint and spray, I let graffiti breathe. Where abstract forms and realistic details merge with nostalgic cartoons. I create layers, only to partially destroy them again. That cycle of building up and breaking down is a necessary process for me.

Every line, stain, or removed layer contributes to the final result: a work that is simultaneously raw and playful, chaotic yet balanced, nostalgic and yet innovative. In this way, art becomes a place where my contradictions do not disappear, but instead become visible and valuable.

My canvas is my street, my diary, and my mirror all at once. The three series you see here at this exhibition are three chapters of the same story. My inspiration stems from a love of travel, something that seemed far away in my younger years, but which I can now experience everywhere through art. I combine influences from street culture, graffiti, and personal memories. Not perfect, but real. Art as proof that creating and destroying can go hand in hand.