My passion for drawing lay dormant until 2018, as I mentioned. It needed the right conditions to resurface. And those conditions came— disguised as a broken heart. 
 Without diving into the drama of my youth, that year I experienced my most painful heartbreak. I was deeply depressed, which later morphed into a quiet fury when I realized just how badly I had been betrayed. I had to shift my mind away from those dark thoughts. 
 I don't remember exactly how, but I picked up a pencil again. Only this time, it was different. I had grown. I didn't want to just doodle stick figures—I wanted to make something more intricate, more meaningful. I started looking up drawing tutorials. That's when the bell of art rang out for me. I heard its call, loud and clear—and now I'm its prisoner. 
Future Projects
Always looking forward
 Besides becoming much better at drawing, my focus is on one clear goal: creating my own comics. I've already made a few early attempts. And there will be many more along the way. Because drawing alone isn't enough: I feel an unstoppable urge to tell stories. 
 That's why I already have a roster full of original characters waiting impatiently for the day I can fully bring them to life. If, through them, I can touch even just one person's life, I'd be the happiest man on earth. Until then, I'll work as hard as I can, keeping the faith that one day I'll succeed—and give you many wonderful characters in return. If you're reading these words, thank you from the bottom of my heart. And see you soon with more updates.