Some people think my work is rubbish.
Others say they absolutely love it.
So… who’s right?
Honestly, I’ve stopped trying to answer that.
Because chasing validation, or dodging criticism is the fastest way to lose your own voice. And without that, what’s the point?
Art, especially abstract art, lives in the in-between. It’s personal, unpredictable, sometimes uncomfortable. It doesn’t ask to be understood. It asks to be felt. And some people feel nothing. That’s okay. Others feel something deeply and that’s where the connection is.
But here’s the thing: if I listened too closely to either side, I’d stop creating altogether.
I’d freeze. I’d flinch. I’d second-guess every mark.
So instead, I keep going.
I paint through the doubt.
I keep believing in myself. Not because I always feel confident, but because I know that confidence is something you build through the act of showing up.
Even when the noise is loud.
Even when the feedback is conflicting.
Even when I’m not sure what the next piece will be or whether anyone will like it.
I don’t create art to be universally liked. I create it to stay true. To myself, to the process, and to something bigger than approval.
And that’s how I keep moving forward.