My family life brought its own lessons. For many years, I cared for my mother, and through that I learned resilience, empathy, and the reality of how fragile people can be. It showed me responsibility at a young age, and it taught me to see beneath the surface of people — to look past appearances, to the struggles they carry inside. That perspective has followed me into everything I create.
 

Art became my refuge, my way of surviving. Music was my first language of expression: rhythm, melody, and lyrics let me process feelings I couldn’t say out loud. Soon I began writing poetry, capturing emotions in fragments and lines. From there came photography, then film — worlds where I could tell stories with images, sounds, and mood. Creating was never just a hobby; it was the place where I felt most alive, most myself.