The Colors of My Soul

Every painting I have created is not just a combination of color and line – it is a reflection of me, my soul, and my inner world. These are stories I couldn't express in words, emotions that sought release through movements and brushstrokes.

My artistic journey is a story of liberation – from fears, insecurities, and the limits I placed on myself. At the beginning of my path, the paintings were precise. The lines were clear, strict, and defined, and the colors distinctly separated from each other. I sought order – not only on the canvas but in my life as well. Every stroke was deliberate, almost cautious. I used to believe that perfection lay in rules, in control, in carefully drawing every detail. But beneath that precision lay insecurity. Sometimes my hand would tremble, and a stroke would stray beyond the frame I had imagined. These mistakes didn’t just frustrate me – they sparked curiosity. It was as if the canvas whispered to me that order wasn’t the only way, that perhaps chaos was what I needed to embrace.

As I continued painting, the lines began to lose their strict definition, and the colors started to flow into each other. I stopped fearing imperfection. I began to discover beauty in overlaps, in layers, in the spontaneity of strokes. The canvas became a space where I could release emotions – anger, joy, sadness, energy. Every brushstroke was like breathing, every layer of paint a new layer of me. Lines were no longer boundaries – they became guides, energies connecting different parts of my world. That was the moment I realized that art is not just a technical skill – it is a feeling, an instinct, a conversation between me and the canvas. I began to play with textures, different tools, and techniques. And as I experimented, I felt like I was discovering something deeper – myself.

Today, when I look at my latest works, I see liberation. I no longer think about whether a line will be perfect or whether the colors will “fit.” I let my hands follow my heart. The canvas is now a place where I can fully express myself – without fear, without boundaries. The strokes have become freer, more energetic, sometimes unpredictable. In those strokes, I feel life – its chaos, its rhythm, its beauty. Every texture, every overlap of color carries an emotion. The canvas has become my partner in creation – it is no longer just a blank surface but a space where I leave traces of my soul. These paintings are no longer just works – they are my moments. Moments of joy, pain, hope, and self-reflection. In them are all the feelings I cannot express in words, all the times I struggled with myself but also when I triumphed. My artistic journey hasn’t been linear – it has been like life, full of ups, downs, and twists. I started with control and order, but now I know that true beauty lies in freedom. I have learned to trust my instinct, to surrender to movement, to follow emotions.

My paintings today reflect me – a person who is ready to embrace imperfections, who sees beauty in chaos, and who is not afraid to show his true face. They are a story of my growth – not just as an artist but as a person. When I stand in front of the canvas, I feel connected. Colors, lines, and brushstrokes become my way of communicating with the world and with myself. Every painting is a step closer to understanding who I am and what I feel. Art has given me freedom. The freedom to be myself, to explore, to feel. When I look at my paintings, I feel pride – not because of technical perfection but because of the honesty woven into them. My paintings are not just colors and lines – they are parts of me. They are my voice, my way of telling the world: “This is me.” And as I stand before my latest work, I feel like I am just at the beginning – ready to explore even more, to feel even deeper, and to create without any boundaries.