#2_What If Art Was Never Meant to Look Pretty?

I remember walking into houses as a kid and always seeing the same thing in the living room—a sailing boat in choppy ocean swells. Or maybe a calm pastoral landscape. A field, some trees, a couple of cows just standing there, staring into the distance like they had all the time in the world.

Nothing too loud. Nothing too strange. Nothing that made you feel too much.

I used to wonder—who picked these paintings? Did they actually mean anything to the people who owned them, or were they just there to fill space?

Because the truth is, art isn’t supposed to just sit there and blend in.

Somewhere along the way, we started believing that art has to be pretty, polished, or easy to digest. But that’s not why I create. My art isn’t about fitting in—it’s about getting something out.

Some of my pieces are messy. Some are chaotic. Some come from places so deep inside me that even I don’t fully understand them until years later. And that’s exactly how it should be.

For me, art isn’t about making something people want to hang over their couch. It’s about letting something out—about turning pain, memories, or just raw emotion into something I can see, something I can touch.

That’s where Post-Traumatic Stress Expressionism (PTSE) comes in. It’s not about following trends, blending colors just right, or creating something that fits into a frame. It’s about expression, survival, release.

So if you’ve ever looked at a blank canvas (or a notebook, or whatever your creative space is) and thought, “I don’t know what I’m doing”—good. That means you’re on the right track.

Because art was never meant to be perfect. It was meant to be honest.