#introvertaesthetic

[gnevritual]

Why I Started Making

The internet is full of fake lives. People perform, promote, create perfect pictures that have little to do with reality. It all became too much. I want simplicity. Honesty. Openness.

That’s why I started creating. Quietly. Without noise. Without pretending. I sit in a chair and speak. I talk about my life, about the things that matter to me. Sometimes I’ll show my surroundings, pieces of my daily life – just to make it feel more real, more shared. But the core will always be the words. True words.

I speak about my experiences, my thoughts. About the things we often keep to ourselves because they seem “too strange,” “too illogical,” or “not interesting enough.” But I believe we are more than just flesh and bone. That life holds much more than logic can explain. And I’m not afraid to talk about that. Because – why not?

About My Creative Process

I paint. I draw. I create sound and image – they’re my tools to express myself. But I never fit into the traditional art system. The rules, the repetition, the perfectionism – they bore me. I don’t enjoy redrawing the same thing ten times just to get “perfectly even eyes.” I don’t enjoy wasting time.

Instead, I start with a vision. Sometimes it lasts only a few seconds – a flash, a dream fragment. To not lose it, I write it down immediately. I note the essence, the emotion, the scene.

Then I make a quick, intuitive sketch – not for beauty, but for structure: where things were, what I saw, who the character was, what they were doing. I write notes beside it – thoughts, feelings, actions.

Using technology – AI, Photoshop – I turn this inner vision into a visual reference. It’s not something taken from the outside, it’s something brought out from within. Now it has form, weight, presence.

Then, I project it onto a canvas. Not to make it easier – but because I respect my time. I’d rather use it painting, not fighting with outlines.

And when the image is there – I paint in a meditative state. For me, painting is not work. It’s not about rules. It’s a state of being. I want to share myself with the canvas – not frustration. Not failure. Not anxiety. Just me – honestly.

Who I Am as a Creator

Some will say I’m not a real artist. That I skip the fundamentals. That I “cheat.” But in a time when technology opens new doors – do old rules still matter?

I don’t choose cubes and perfect shadows – they don’t make me feel anything. A stylized figure, a big-eyed face – that brings emotion. That’s what I follow. I choose what I love. Not what’s mandatory.

I create in my own way. And I do it honestly. I don’t call myself an artist – I’m a creator. I extract images, emotions, and thoughts from deep inside me – and with the help of technology, I bring them into the world.

Otherwise, those ideas might be forgotten. Might never see the light of day. Now they do.

I Am Simple

I’m not a teacher. I don’t tell people how to hold their spoon, or how to sleep. So why should anyone tell me how to create?

And finally – what is art, really? Is it a technique? A learned skill? Or is it the ability to pull something from within that moves someone else?

Think about it: how many people care how you painted something? And how many care what they feel when they see it?

To me, creativity is emotion. Process. Expression. And if someone out there connects with what I share – then I know I’m doing it for a reason.

[gnevritual]

The internet is full of noise. Perfect pictures. Fake lives. Constant performance.

I wanted something different. So I chose honesty. Silence. Depth.

I sit in a chair and speak. Not to perform — but to share. I talk about my life. My thoughts. The strange, quiet things we often keep hidden.

I don’t pretend to be anything. I don’t chase perfection.

I create — not to impress, but to feel.

My process is intuitive. A glimpse of a dream, an emotion, a spark — I catch it before it disappears. I sketch quickly, not for beauty, but to hold the shape of it. Then I bring it to life using the tools I know: paint, AI, sound, Photoshop, memory.

Some say it’s not “real” art. That I skip steps. That I cheat.

But what is real art?

A perfect shadow? Or a real feeling?

I don’t care for empty rules. I care for the human behind the painting.

I paint emotions. I paint the inner child. I paint the scenes we don’t speak about, but carry with us daily.

Sometimes I even turn these paintings into sound — translating colors and composition into melodies. That’s how deeply I want you to feel.

I’m not a teacher. Not a guru. I’m not even sure I’m an artist.

I’m just a human trying to turn pain into something meaningful.

And maybe, if you’re reading this — you’re looking for something real too.

Welcome.