My Statement

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 Pain is a language. Trauma is a shadow. I translate both into art. I am Yehuda, the Dejected Artist.

My art is not about comfort—it’s about truth. I create from my brokenness, the thoughts we silence, the weight that lingers in the dark. This is not about painting pretty pictures; it’s about capturing the raw, unfiltered essence of existence.

I have always felt too much, thought too deeply, and searched for meaning in the shadows. Trauma carves itself into our being, but art allows me to mold that pain into something tangible. Something real.

I do not create from studied influence—I create from experience, from the relentless need to express what words fail to capture. However, if there were one painting that resonates with the essence of my work, it would be Van Gogh’s At Eternity’s Gate—the weight of sorrow, the quiet despair, the raw humanity it holds. That’s the space my art occupies—not imitation, but an unfiltered reflection of the unspoken.

Art, to me, is not just visual—it’s psychological, emotional, and confrontational. My work is a response to the heavy solitude of human suffering. Some might call it existential; others might see echoes of raw emotionalism. I let others decide how to define it—my only focus is creating something real.

We all fight silent battles. We carry ghosts, regrets, and wounds that never fully heal. My work is a mirror—to expose the unseen, to make the invisible impossible to ignore. Not to provide answers, but to remind us that we are not alone in the darkness. Art is my language, my rebellion, my testament.

Like the most enduring works of art, mine is not meant to blend in—it is meant to be felt, to challenge, to outlast trends. Art that speaks to the rawest parts of us is timeless.

This is more than art. It’s a confession, a confrontation, a connection. It’s no longer just mine—it’s ours.