Sometimes my life looks like chaos.
Paint on the table. Half-finished sketches. Notes in three languages. A kitchen that still smells like something I just tried to cook.
And for a long time I thought I need to fix it. Organize it. Make it aesthetic.
But the truth is — this is my aesthetic.
My creative mess is proof that I’m trying, learning, mixing cultures, living through ideas.
Maybe it’s not perfect. But it’s real.
And honestly… I wouldn’t trade this chaos for anything
