A Sketchbook Of Nightmares

Wounds for Sale

I'm drawn to faces, but not the kind you usually see in portraits. I’m faceblind. People vanish the moment they leave my sight—no outlines, no details, just shadows clawing at memory. But emotions? They stay.

These aren't just pretty pictures. They're more like hauntings. Each painting is a scream trapped inside, a story that refuses to be silenced. It's about those emotions that are so intense, they almost twist your face out of shape.

Every colour, every smear of paint, is a release

My charcoal work isn’t about beauty. It’s about confrontation. It’s about giving shape to the things that live in the dark—within me, within you. I create because I’m haunted by my own experiences. The stuff I’ve survived, the things I can’t forget—they demand to be seen. Even if they’re ugly or painful. This isn’t just art for me. It’s like fighting back against the darkness, against forgetting, against being numb. It’s about breaking the silence.

My art isn't about beauty. It's about what's left after everything falls apart. It's scarred, broken, and refuses to give up. I create because there's this emptiness that keeps trying to swallow me whole. This is my way of fighting back.