Pencil, pen, ink and acrylic on framed Belgian Linen

Cartoons were the heartbeat of my childhood — a vivid, moving world where imagination took shape and the ordinary melted into magic. Before I ever picked up a pencil or brush, I was absorbing color, rhythm, and expression from the glowing screen. Saturday mornings weren’t just a time slot; they were a ritual, a sacred portal into worlds where animals talked, time bent, and rules were made to be broken. In those cherished moments, I found laughter, comfort, and the early sparks of creativity. Cartoons taught me more than just how to draw exaggerated expressions or dynamic poses — they taught me storytelling, timing, empathy, and how to embrace the unexpected. Each animated frame planted seeds of humor and wonder that continue to bloom in my art today.
Through my art, I aim to recapture that childlike joy and invite others to remember the moments when the world first revealed its magic, one cartoon at a time.