Art as Dialogue

Art, for me, is a form of communication.

It’s the way I try to tell the story of my inner world: how I see things, how I live them, how I feel them.

I often realize how difficult it is to rely solely on words or images in their usual meaning. They’re not enough. What I search for is an invented language that blends shared codes, like words or forms, with something deeper that draws on our human nature, especially the emotional part.

Art is that other language.

It’s a bridge that allows me to carry and lift the emotions, perceptions, and visions I hold inside. These are things I wouldn’t know how to express otherwise. In the interplay of words, images, and the emotions they stir, I find myself constantly searching. Sometimes I feel this search is a little desperate, because I’m aware of how hard it is to communicate who I really am or what I truly feel.

That’s why I keep trying to find new ways, new details, new paths to make visible what I see within.

No matter the medium, words, images, sounds, it never feels like enough. There’s always this sense of not being truly understood.

So I keep searching.

For me, art is not a closed-off or cryptic language meant only for myself.

It’s not about self-expression for its own sake. It’s a dialogue. A tool to connect with others and to weave together the many ways we perceive, relate, and feel.

And in that delicate balance between all these elements, all I hope for is to be perceived, to be heard, to be felt, and to help others feel what I carry inside.