2025 February

I want to confess—I’ve thought about giving up art, the path I started four years ago. When I’m down to my last dirham, like now, the thought lingers. I’m an architect, after all. Many dream of becoming one, and here I am, with a license, trading it for an unstable art career. Maybe years of dealing with narcissistic bosses and shady construction firms made me indifferent to corporate life.

Still, I miss the mental challenge—solving problems, designing spaces that shape lives. Not just paintings priced by the whims of the rich. I miss that, and the steady paycheck that let me enjoy good meals and golf games. But there’s also peace in staying home, in simplicity.

I’ve made lifestyle changes—I just became vegetarian! I tried five years ago but lasted only six months before my body weakened. Maybe poor planning. This time, I want to do it right—balanced and sustainable. I’m also embracing minimalism, using only what I have and buying nothing extra. A real-life hippie experiment. Let’s see where it leads.

Lately, I’ve been trying to create again. It’s been a while.