After years of procrastination, self-doubt, and fear of judgment, I finally got my brain to shut up for a second and take the leap, starting a creative space of my own. Mine, and only mine.

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Now, to be real, my head was saying:

Who would want to read what I write?

Will people even make sense of the crap I make?

Is my art good enough yet for the world to see?

What if what I create has already been created?

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Not sure about other artists, but I don’t think I will ever see myself as a perfect one. I will always have more to learn. There will always be something that could have been better.

When I started my photography page, my art felt lost. I was on a quest to find my creative voice. I got nowhere for three years because I barely created. Until I stumbled upon a few souls who had the gift of photography, and I suddenly wanted to hear the shutter noise again.

I started creating more, sharing more. Today, I know where my art belongs. It is the momentum of creating and sharing that gave me these answers. I take feedback and criticism carefully, letting it guide me but not letting it undo my belief in my art, my abilities, and, above all, my rhythm.

Today, as I take this leap, I hope to create without aiming to perfect every piece, for there is beauty in imperfection. I make no promise for my words to be flamboyant (see what I did there) or flawless in its grammar and structure. I only promise to create from the heart; to pour down words that even you probably found hard to articulate at times.

A few thank yous that must be said —
Ones who have believed, applauded, and pushed me to create more:
thank you Amma, Samuel, Anu, Gops, April, Elizabeth, Muthashi, and Achachan.

So, hope to do justice to this space. Stay tuned ❤