From Faces to Flow
Looking back at my older artwork feels a bit like flipping through an emotional scrapbook. There are the faces, the expressions, and the moments of deep reflection staring back at me from the canvas. It’s not that I don’t recognize the person who created those pieces—I do—but the journey from where I was then to where I am now as an artist feels like a lifetime of growth.
When I was creating those earlier works, I was in a different place emotionally. I was trying to find myself, struggling with many things , and constantly battling that nagging feeling of not being good enough. My art reflected that. The faces in my paintings often looked introspective, as though they were searching for something or trying to understand themselves, much like I was. I realize now when I look at the eyes, in particular, that they seemed to carry the weight of that uncertainty, a kind of vulnerability that I can still see when I look at them today.
It’s interesting to reflect on this now because my current work feels like a different universe altogether. Today, I feel more free—both in life and in art. And I think that freedom has come from a place of self-acceptance, which I found through one of the most fulfilling roles in my life: being a mom.
Motherhood has given me a sense of purpose and self-esteem that I didn’t have before. It’s funny how that happens, isn’t it? You think you know yourself, and then a new chapter opens up, and suddenly, everything clicks into place. Being a mom has grounded me in ways that I never expected. I’m no longer searching for validation or questioning my worth the way I used to. There’s a quiet confidence that comes from knowing you’re doing exactly what you’re meant to be doing.
My art has shifted from the representational and introspective to the abstract and organic. Where there once were faces staring back at me, now there are flowing shapes and colors that move and breathe on their own. It feels like my art is more about the experience of creating, about letting the piece reveal itself over time, rather than trying to force it into a particular direction. There’s something incredibly freeing about that.