Cursed with the name of a butterfly in an eternal chrysalis state, I emerged from the ruins of laws and boundaries and freed myself from expectations. I draw from a place that is raw, neurotic, unapologetic, uncomfortable. My heroes are bruised, thorned, chained. Frozen in time by biases, judgment, and pre-assigned roles, they are wordless rebels seeking metamorphosis. They silently scream while tearing through layers of fibrous emotions and agony—in a balancing act between ephemeral liberation and the seducing pleasure of torment.