Like Natasha Bedingfield once said, “Life is still unwritten,” or something like that. These are the things I fall into when I’m not thinking about architecture diagrams or IAM roles. None of it’s optimized. It just makes me feel like myself.
I mostly work in acrylics and pastels. I love playing with softness and contrast—color combos that feel like mood swings /band brushstrokes that don’t follow rules. Painting gives me permission to be messy in a way engineering never does.
I hoard books like I’m building a fortress. Mostly fiction, magical realism, or sad, complicated women. I always have a stack of books I swear I’m going to start soon. Reading helps me understand emotions I don’t know how to explain out loud.
I don’t post most of what I take. It’s more like emotional journaling. I like light leaks, imperfect framing, and quiet moments that feel like someone should be narrating them. It’s not about capturing something perfect, just... honest.
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