From as early as I can remember, I was consumed by wanting—wanting to become someone, wanting wealth, wanting everything life had to offer.
I started working at 15, taking on every job imaginable—hardware stores, restaurants, sales, you name it, I did it. By my early twenties, I had hit the height of my money-making phase. I call the years from 23 to 30 my Golden Illusion era.
I built businesses, taught myself programming, and reached a point where I was making in one month what others earned in a year. But despite all of that success, I called it an illusion because even at my peak, happiness and fulfillment eluded me.
I constantly craved more. I became ruthless, losing sight of who I was. I chased material things—cars, watches, designer clothes, yacht parties, women—none of it was real. I wasn’t living; I was running after a mirage. Chasing the next thrill, the next high, but it never lasted long enough.
Nothing filled the void. I started investing heavily in crypto, dreaming of millions, always believing that just a little more would finally bring satisfaction. But no amount of money or luxury could fix what was missing.
The art I created during this period reflects that illusion. It embodies the endless pursuit of material success, the obsession with status, and the false promises of today's world, all of which leave us empty—because it’s never enough.