Nayza's Carrd

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»people - mutuals, strangers, figures lurking in the shadow - call me Sov or Nay.she/her pronouns, but honestly? use whatever. misgender me, call me sir, lord, commander of the fourth dimension. I appreciate an adventurous person who always test my boundaries respectfully :vself-taught artist, muslim, and now, apparently, a full-time worker. i still remember the days when i didn’t have a job, when my time was my own. life moves at a disrespectful speed man. like what do you mean I'm 19 now?? I swear I was 16 like last week.────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────as for my art - messy. always messy. i’d love to say it’s a stylistic choice, but really, it’s survival - clean, polished art demands too much patience, and patience is a luxury i do not possess. i get bored ridiculously fast and bored means procrastinate. I will just go "I'll finish this later" only to be hit with a hard burnout.something about scribbles, clutter, and looseness keeps me engaged. neatness? perfection? suffocating. when i see a perfectly polished piece, i appreciate it - on other people’s canvases. on mine? it just drives me insane.so if you ever catch my artwork looking suspiciously too clean, too refined - check on me. something’s deeply wrong. like, send help immediately. maybe I got kidnapped and replaced by an AI clone :v«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»