Painting is where it all begins. I tend to draw the moments that broke me open—the scenes and couples from movies and anime that etched themselves into my mind.
im someone who lives inside the spaces between silence and sound, between shadow and light. Most of what I create—whether in paint, music, or thought—comes from an ache to capture something fleeting: a memory, a feeling, a face that only existed in fiction, but lingered like it was real.
Painting is where it all begins. I tend to draw the moments that broke me open—the scenes and couples from movies and anime that etched themselves into my mind. I’ve painted every Ranbir Kapoor pairing I could find: Barfi, Wake Up Sid, Rockstar. I’ve sketched Rem and Subaru from Re:Zero, Hachimaki and Tanabe from Planetes, and most of all, Kousei and Kaori from Your Lie in April—two characters who felt like real people grieving their own vanishing brilliance.
Cinema to me is poetry in motion. The movies I love aren’t just films—they’re philosophies, moods, pieces of myself. I return to Dead Poets Society more than any other—its message of art, rebellion, and fleeting youth still haunts me. I find solace in emotional stories like Good Will Hunting, Pursuit of Happyness, Before Trilogy, and Meet Joe Black. I’m obsessed with psychological and absolute cinema like Fight Club, Seven, Interstellar, Inception, Whiplash, La La Land, Forrest Gump, The Godfather, Parasite, and Prisoners—films that make me feel small and infinite at the same time. When it comes to series, I’m drawn to shows that feel like layered puzzles or emotional labyrinths. Dark is my all-time favorite—it’s haunting, beautiful, and the most mind-bending piece of art I’ve ever seen. I also love the brilliance of True Detective (season 1), the moral chaos of Dexter, the childhood-to-horror shift in Stranger Things, the tragic ambition of Game of Thrones, and the strange softness of Locke & Key. And then there are the comfort shows—stories that remind me it’s okay to just laugh and exist for a while—like Friends, How I Met Your Mother, The Big Bang Theory, and The Office.
Manga was my first mirror. Stories like Goodnight Punpun, The Climber, 20th Century Boys, and Vagabond didn’t just entertain me—they shattered and rebuilt me. These pages taught me loneliness, obsession, purpose, and the fragile beauty of trying again. I admire characters like Thorfinn from Vinland Saga, who strive for peace after violence—he’s the kind of man I want to become. Chi no Wadachi made me question love and trauma; Takopi’s Original Sin destroyed me in just a few chapters. Billy Bat left me haunted, and Steel Ball Run might just be the greatest manga ever created. And of course, Berserk—what can I say? It’s a classic.
And then there’s anime—an extension of that same emotional honesty. I’m drawn to emotional stories like Orange, March Comes in Like a Lion, and Beck. Psychological anime like Evangelion, Summer Time Rendering, and Erased that mess with your sense of reality. Romance in anime has a way of being raw and real—I love Fruits Basket, ReLIFE, and Kaguya-sama. I find a quiet comfort in stories about memory and loss, like Anohana and Your Lie in April. I obsess over deep, philosophical shows like Monster, To Your Eternity, and Planetes—where grief, space, and existence are painted with gentle hands. I also love dark anime that explore the human psyche like Evangelion. Sports anime like Slam Dunk and Hajime no Ippo give me the chills, and for feel-good laughs, there’s Barakamon(myfav) and Ouran High School Host Club(my love), and fianlly my best comdy's are GTO and gintama obv.
I live with music constantly in the background. Sometimes it's melancholic, sometimes angry, sometimes restless. I love soft and haunting bands like Jeff Buckley and Radiohead, and I lose myself in the raw energy of hard rock and emo like My Chemical Romance, Mayday Parade, and Led Zeppelin. Bands like Guns N' Roses, AC/DC, and The Smiths aren't just soundtracks—they're a lifeline, a language to speak my feelings when words fail. In music, I find parts of myself that no mirror ever showed.
I play guitar and piano to process emotions too complex for speech, often improvising pieces that feel like memories or dreams made audible. Music is how I confess things I can’t say aloud.
Literature shapes my inner world. Kafka, Dostoevsky, Camus—authors who stare unflinchingly into the absurd, the despair, the strange beauty of existence. Their work is a map through the dark woods of the mind and soul, and I carry that map with me in everything I do.
This website is my personal archive, a place to hold the obsessions, contradictions, and quiet spaces I live in. It’s a gallery of fleeting moments made permanent—through paint, sound, and story.
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