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For the past fifteen years, I have lived in Germany—a place that, despite its structure and stability, has often felt cold and distant. This sense of cultural and emotional disconnection shaped much of my creative journey. One of my quiet excuses to keep painting and making art was precisely this environment: the need to respond to the loneliness and the silence around me.

Art became my companion in exile. In the absence of belonging, in the gaps left by language and social connection, I turned inward—filling those empty spaces with colour, thread, and form. Working in isolation as a foreigner placed me on the margins of social life, but it also gave me a space to reflect, to resist invisibility, and to make meaning through creation. Painting and writing became a parallel world—a world where I could reimagine my place, not through assimilation, but through the authenticity of personal expression.

This body of work reflects that inner terrain: a landscape shaped not only by memory and distance, but also by the quiet power of resilience, imagination, and the will to keep creating in exile.