THE TRUTH WITHIN

// THE ARTIST'S CONFESSION

They call me Happy Cows. The name is a lie, or maybe it's the truest thing about me. Happiness is a mask we wear to survive in a world that doesn't understand the darkness within.

I started creating art when I was young, but it wasn't always like this. There was a time when I drew flowers, sunshine, smiling faces. Then life happened. Trauma has a way of reshaping the lens through which we see the world.

The body horror isn't random. Every twisted form, every bleeding figure, every disturbing image is a piece of something I've experienced, felt, or feared. Art became my therapy, my exorcism, my way of pulling the demons out and pinning them to the canvas.

When you look at my art and feel uncomfortable, that's the point. Discomfort means you're feeling something. In a world that numbs us constantly, to feel anything at all is a victory.

Thank you for looking. Thank you for feeling. Thank you for entering the void with me.