ABOUT KIS/MADNESS

Introduction to My Journey:

There are places within the human mind so dark, so twisted, so unnervingly real, that most dare not venture near them. They are the places we bury deep—where fear, pain, and madness collide, boiling beneath the surface of our daily lives. We look away, we ignore, we pretend they don’t exist, because to confront them would mean facing a terrifying truth: the human soul is not as beautiful as we like to believe. It is raw. It is broken. And it is maddening.

I was born on May 14, ****, and from the very first breath, I was cast into the depths of this madness. Life did not greet me with simplicity or clarity—it met me with conflict, with chaos, with a darkness that threatened to swallow me whole. Pain, confusion, and a constant battle with my own mind shaped me, formed me, until I was no longer afraid. I did not shrink away from the madness; I embraced it. And through it, I learned that true power lies not in escaping the storm, but in learning how to survive it—how to become one with it.

This is where my art was born. From that very madness. That raw, unrelenting force that rips through the boundaries of your being, challenging everything you thought you knew about yourself, about the world, about reality. My work is not just a reflection of my inner chaos—it is the very essence of it. A living, breathing manifestation of the darkness that pulses within us all. And it will not let you go.

Madness is not a gallery. It is a prison and a sanctuary, a place where you will be trapped in the grip of your own emotions, forced to confront the parts of yourself that you have tried to bury. It is the place where the world you know breaks down, where logic falls apart, and where your deepest, most uncomfortable truths are laid bare. The work is brutal. It is visceral. It is relentless. But there is no escape. And there is something dangerously intoxicating about it.

Before I began creating art, I tried to make sense of this madness with words. I wrote short stories—stories that tried, in vain, to capture the raw, untamed emotions churning inside me. But words, I realized, were not enough. They were fragile. They lacked the intensity, the power to convey the chaos I was feeling. And so, I turned to a different form of creation—art. And from that moment, something changed. The madness was no longer confined to the page. It exploded, it bled onto the canvas, it breathed, it screamed. It became real.

My art does not simply ask you to look—it demands you to feel. To feel the pain, the darkness, the chaos that surges through every brushstroke, every line, every form. It will twist your perception, challenge your understanding, and confront you with feelings so raw, so primal, you will question everything you thought you knew about yourself. You will be pulled into a world where emotions are not neat, not controlled, not safe. They are alive. They are wild. And they are beautiful in their brutal honesty.

This is the art of madness. It will leave you broken. It will leave you exposed. And yet, in that brokenness, you will find something undeniable. Something that speaks to the deepest part of your soul. Because the truth is, the madness doesn’t destroy us—it wakes us up. It forces us to see what we’ve been too afraid to confront.

You will look at my work, and you will not be able to look away. You will feel it. Deeply. You will be shaken, disturbed, and yet you will crave more. There is no turning back. Once you’ve stepped into this world, once you’ve tasted the madness, you will never be the same. It will consume you. And you will be grateful for it.

Welcome to the chaos. Welcome to the madness.