This piece is a self-portrait, not in the traditional sense, but in the rawest, most internal way. If I Was on Canvas is what I might look like if you peeled back the surface and stepped into my mind. A place where ideas collide, colors explode, and thoughts move faster than words. There’s no single narrative here, because this work is the narrative. It’s my essence, translated visually.

As an artist, I work through stories. Even when the concept isn’t clear at first, the work often reveals something hidden beneath the surface. This one came from instinct, a curiosity about mixing materials, textures, and mediums in a way that felt alive. There was no plan. Just a need to explore what happens when structure and chaos meet. And in the end, I realized: this is me. This is the way my brain moves, the way I dream, the way I work.

Each layer, each shape, each fragment carries a small piece of how I think as an artist. It’s not about representing myself physically, but emotionally—through intensity, color, and composition. It’s an inside-out portrait. A spontaneous, honest reflection of how I process the world.

If I Was on Canvas is an invitation to see thought in motion. It doesn’t tell a single story, but many at once. It asks the viewer to feel, more than understand. To step into the energy of creation and maybe even recognize their own.

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