Monochrome figures, rainbow rose

In this multicolored world, there are always minorities who walk in black and white, wandering the lonely outskirts of mainstream society. They must hide themselves, among the bright colors and landmarks of the city, outcasts amid the bustling crowds. Perhaps they are beside you, hoping for a kind word or smile, but you turn away your gaze. Perhaps they stand before you, or you’ve passed them a million times, unseeing.

Visual art is the most direct type of artistic expression. I want to use my pen, to use the directness of realism, to make people see hunger, fatigue, displacement, pain, misunderstanding, prejudice, exile… No matter how we arrived here, I hope to gift them with every painting a rainbow-colored rose. I hope to gift them a ray of light, a little color of compassion to accompany them. I want them to be seen and heard. Perhaps I can’t change very much, but I want you at least to see them, to be aware of their existence. Roses are small and ephemeral, but they leave a lasting fragrance. I believe that one day, in the eyes of mainstream society, they won’t just be considered as “others”. When that day comes, there will be more compassion in the world for all of us, because every life deserves to be respected and valued.