Ten years ago, these images were made in a very different world.
No AI. No algorithms deciding what deserved attention.
No reels, trends, hooks, or “post at 6:43 pm for optimal reach.”
Just ideas, intuition, and a quiet obsession with creating something that didn’t exist yet.
Back then, artists were only beginning to understand the power of social media, not as a sales machine, but as a place to connect. A place where images could travel, spark conversations, and live lives of their own. There were incredible accounts curating art with genuine care. It felt like a creative boom, raw, curious, and wildly optimistic.
Looking at these ten images now feels almost surreal.
Today, we have AI, an extraordinary tool, undeniably powerful. But somewhere along the way, something fragile got lost. The ability to be surprised. To trust what’s real. To recognize an artist’s voice without questioning whether it was generated, copied, or diluted into something that feels… public domain.
Style used to be earned. Now it’s replicated.
I don’t know a single artist, in any discipline, who asked for AI. Because real creativity comes from chaos. From doubt. From frustration. From the uncomfortable process of not knowing where you’re going, but going anyway. That struggle isn’t optional, it’s the obligation. Especially for future artists who want to create work that feels alive, organic, human.
And yet, here we are.
Ten years ago, I had a lot of dreams. Most of them came true. Some changed. New ones appeared.
What hasn’t changed is why I create.
I still make images for the love of art. To put a smile on your face. To mix concepts that shouldn’t belong together. To place things exactly where they feel right. To build stories inside a single frame. And most importantly — to connect. With you. With strangers. With people who see something of themselves in the work.
These ten images are a reminder of where it started. And why I’m still here.
Still creating. Always.
