I create because inside me there is a constant dialogue between logic and emotion, between order and chaos, between the algorithmic and the human. Generative art crossed my path by chance, and yet, it became my purpose. It became my compass. It gave me a way to navigate my inner world, and to share what I could not express before. A language in which my subconscious and the machine speak to each other, a dialogue that questions memory and identity, belonging and intimacy, the uneasy balance between technology and the self.

Everything begins with a fleeting glimpse, a fragment of memory, a feeling I can’t name, and yet, I can’t ignore. Through code it finds form, and through iteration, it transforms. A circle is never just a circle, and a pattern is never mere repetition. They carry memory, grief, joy, and longing. They carry fragments of my inner world, turned inside out.

I don’t search for appearances. I seek what lies beneath the layers. Each work holds vulnerability, tension, and contradiction. Love and sadness, intimacy and distance, belonging and isolation. They are mirrors of my own experience, in which others sometimes recognize their own reflection. They hold no answers. They only ask questions.

Every gesture, every line of code, is not just functional but emotional. A way of turning something ineffable into something tangible. To not create would be to deny my humanity in a world that grows more artificial each day. Art, for me, is not only creation. It is transformation. It is how I embrace paradox, how I shape chaos, how I find hope within uncertainty.

Art is everywhere, in small details, in overlooked moments, in spaces between thought and feeling. Art is not merely what I do. It is who I am.