I painted what I felt, not just what I saw.
Colour was my language. Brushstrokes were my breakdowns and breakthroughs.
I created over 2,000 works — but sold only one in my lifetime.

I wasn’t chasing fame. I was chasing light, even in the dark.
Letters to my brother kept me grounded. Painting kept me alive.
Madness came. So did the masterpieces.

This profile is curated in tribute — a place to share my story, my art, and maybe help someone else feel a little less alone.

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