Art wasn’t natural for me. In 2018, African masks dragged me in and flipped my world. That obsession burned through money, sleep, and relationships. I was freelancing as an event photographer, drowning in edits, good at composition but clueless about how to make it breathe. My family didn’t get it. My friends were settling into stable jobs while I gambled everything on art. That gamble hardened me.

Masks taught me that meaning doesn’t need faces. They speak through form and presence. My characters follow that rule, faceless and carried by body language, inviting viewers to find their own meaning.

Kpeliye’e, rooted in Senufo culture, pushed me to question identity. Chromatic Dilemma came from a darker place in 2024, I jumped from project to project, pulled every way, not knowing what would stick.

I’ve been breaking images open in Photoshop, playing with Liquify. One small distortion can flip the whole piece, as in Ascension

In 2025, I’m chasing collisions with other digital artists and stories. Where it lands is uncertain, but it will push me past safe.