“I have lived in this city since childhood—a city of endless chaos, relentless noise, broken grey tones, where blinding lights and suffocating darkness exist side by side. The crowd is constant, pressing in, never silent. This is the world I paint—where raw emotions collide, where chaos and agony entwine on the canvas.

Distorted forms, fractured elements, the silent gaping scream—I don’t just paint what I see; I paint what I feel. When I look at a person, I see more than just a face—I see a dead person. I see raptors, machines, and metal—structures that pulse like living things, yet feel lifeless. Millions of people, millions of faces—some familiar, some unknown, some never seen—each carrying their own untold stories. From this overwhelming sea of expressions and structures, rebellion is born in my art. Hooliganism takes shape in my strokes.

The relentless honking, the deafening crowd—it all haunts me, makes me restless. I feel lost in the mess, yet within that chaos, I find the beauty of light and shade. My eyes absorb everything, and before I even realize it, the city, the people, the noise—it all becomes a painting. Every moment, every glance, every fleeting emotion imprints itself onto my canvas. I don’t just see—I watch, deeply, intensely, obsessively. And when I paint, it all spills out, unfiltered, untamed. What one perceives is shaped by their perspective, and they receive it accordingly (যে যেমন দেখে, সে তেমনই পায়।)

Medium is my language, pigment is my voice. The strokes begin with a fierce passion—layering light and shadow, capturing a story born in disorder. Chaos, sound, noise, shattered greys, piercing brightness, suffocating darkness, the crushing crowd—I finish one painting, only to start another, driven by the relentless feeling that I can paint everything.”