Why I Create Colorful Paintings as an Introvert Artist

People often expect artists to mirror themselves in their art. If you are quiet, they assume your work will whisper; if you carry a melancholic spirit, they imagine you will paint in shadows and muted tones.

I am an introvert. I live mostly inside myself, observing rather than speaking. I am deeply sensitive, often drawn toward reflection and silence. I wear black almost every day, not out of sadness but because it feels like home to me—a kind of soft armor in a noisy world.

You might think, then, that my paintings would be dark, moody, and somber. And yet, the opposite is true. My canvases are alive with color, overflowing with light, energy, and joy. People often tell me that my work makes them happy, that it lifts their spirits. And sometimes, I’m just as surprised as they are.

I don’t fully understand why I create in this way. Maybe it’s because painting is my release—where I pour out everything that feels heavy inside and transform it into something brighter. Or maybe it’s simply that color is my language, the one I can speak freely, even when my voice falters in the world.

For me, painting is not about explaining myself but about balancing myself. I live in quiet shadows, but on the canvas, I allow myself light. My art is the place where the part of me that longs for vibrancy, for joy, for connection, comes out and dances.

I paint because it is the truest way I know how to exist fully. It is where I let myself be more than my melancholy, more than my silence. It is where I remind myself—and hopefully others—that beauty, color, and joy can emerge even from the quietest, darkest places.