In the depths of her own darkness, Qintari first discovered the healing nature of art. What began as a chaotic brushstrokes against the canvas of depression became her lifeline back to herself. Each painting was not merely art—it was a conversation with the truth within: her own soul, speaking in hues when words have failed.

The colors didn't erase her growing pain, but they gave it shape, made it visible, and somehow in that visibility, she found meaning, acceptance & the insights she was asking for. Her journals became less about words and more about colors & patterns as she tried to discern and navigate her own consciousness in various situations.

Gradually, she realized that her work was no longer merely a medium to unravel the complexities of her internal reality, but also became an energetic imprint for the overwhelming gratitude, contentment, love and connection she felt in the lucidity of her waking life.