I don’t think art should be defined: everyone can make it their own. All it takes is the willingness to seek it out, rediscovering it in the act of doing what you enjoy, pushing yourself to break the mold. Art is something inherent and innate. Throughout my days I reflect and try to notice small details in the things around me. These then take shape in my art, which for me is both a pastime and a gift — the experience of expressing emotions and thoughts through an activity I love.
Behind a Pullis there isn’t meticulous study, but rather the urge to create, invent, and draw — something I’ve carried with me forever. As I grew up, I thought I had to set all of this aside, until in recent years I asked myself what truly made me happy, even as a child, when one is free from the assumptions and structures of the adult world.
The answer to that question was the Pullis: in them, fleeting sensations merge into abstract drawings that gain their true meaning in the very act of being created.
