This journey called life, in my case, has been a tapestry of experiences, with a touch of destiny’s unpredictable hand. I initially lacked direction, but fate had lessons in store that would redefine my perspective.

In 2020, my mother's painful passing from cancer left me feeling lost and empty. Only ten months later, Covid-19 took my father, adding to the pain. The suffering I felt was the catalyst for a profound shift in my energy and vibes, setting me on an unexpected path of self-discovery.

In the midst of this darkness, I found my salvation in colors. They became my refuge, embodying the energy and positivity that I craved. This realization marked the beginning of a new chapter, one I love to call Bold Strokes.

"Bold Strokes" represents more than just art; it symbolizes the transformation of a life's canvas. As I embraced colors, each stroke became a tangible manifestation of resilience and newfound purpose.

Through stages of pain, desperation, anger, and depression, I walked a rocky road of emotions. Until I realized I needed help and healing from within. The search for something positive to surround myself led me to colors.