Art is my Voice

Ever since I was young, I had always been the quiet type. Even now, I still hold a large capacity to take in events and conversations around me and offer minimal to no comments. And all this time, I had been comfortable with not speaking. 

 

But it turns out that the idea of comfort is a very relative thing. Something comfortable for me may be uncomfortable for you. Also, what had been comfortable for decades, could be unsettling once you find an alternative default action. And to me, this alternative was finding my art. 

 

You can say it was a very long journey to get to where I am now. Although I did not get the chance to formally train in art, I was that student who always doodled and drew figures on notebooks while all my classmates diligently took notes. Drawing was an innate ability from as far back as I can remember.

 

In the last decade, I dabbled in carving fruits and vegetables as a hobby. Metalwork was another hobby that found its way from a means to fixing things to a means to designing things. Lastly, my childhood love for animals and all things mysterious was the last piece of the puzzle, and perhaps the keystone to finding my art. 

 

In 2022, I created my first metal sculptures using junk metal with animals as my first subjects. And I have not stopped sculpting since. With every piece, I get to share my thoughts and emotions, my take and my view of this beautiful world we all live in. In my sculptures, I found my voice. In my art, I speak with no sound, and I know that you can hear me loud and clear. (2/24/25)