My Colors

My Colours is a map of my inner space. It is a place where colour is not decoration, but language. I work with layers, lines, and accumulation until the surface begins to pulse—like a thought, like memory, like tension that cannot remain hidden.

Red appears as impulse, as a trace of energy and movement. Yellow is both light and warning—it connects, cuts through, and guides. White acts as a boundary and a breath, an attempt at order within chaos. Beneath it all, the earthy background carries the weight of time, body, and lived experience.

The lines suggest a grid, a system, a map—but one that is unstable and fractured. Numbers, marks, and symbols do not offer clear answers; they are residues of process, of an effort to structure something that is, by nature, alive and shifting. The paint is allowed to drip, to thicken, to resist control.

For me, this work is about identity as a process rather than a fixed form. My Colours is a moment in which I allow colour to speak for me—directly, honestly, and without translation.