I’m not sure if anyone’s noticed yet, but I enjoy various creative paths.
Music. Writing. Photography. Video editing.
I just love creating things, and there’s something satisfying about making art that feels beautiful to me, even if that beauty doesn’t always fit neatly into other people’s expectations of what it should look like.
And I think the human body is a really interesting subject. The way certain lines and curves and facial expressions capture attention says a lot about how we experience beauty, emotion, and even vulnerability.
It’s too bad we’re such a prude society. We either hide the body in shame, or objectify it so sexually that we pass right over the middle point where art lives. People are so quick to force things into extremes, and our culture is deeply uncomfortable with nuance. We tend to treat the body as something to censor or consume, but not something to simply observe, interpret, and find meaning in. And I think about that a lot. Our cultural obsession with extremes is something I explore in my books.
I think there’s beauty in art that challenges the way we’ve been taught to look at things. In art that does not ask permission to exist within other people’s comfort zones. Sometimes the most interesting work comes from contradictions, where something can be broken and strong, beautiful and strange, intimate and artistic all at once.
Perhaps that’s what I’m drawn to most: the taboo, the unsettling, the misunderstood, and the way those things still hold beauty and meaning.