Existence

My name is Tulip.
I was born in Iran, in the quiet after the storm, a child of revolution, wrapped in whispers of change.
My parents always told me I would be a revolutionary woman, not with weapons, but with wonder, color, and truth.
I come from a family where art flowed like breath.
My father, a painter and sculptor, my first teacher, my eternal muse.
My mother, whose voice could soften the edges of the world when she sang.
We carried art in our bones, even when we were forced to carry only what we could hold.
We fled our homeland through forests and rivers, crossing into the unknown.
I once almost drowned, but I did not.
Instead, I learned to swim, to float, to rise.
Water, once my fear, has become my language.
You’ll see it in every painting, oceans of color, deep reefs of emotion, movement that whispers of healing.
My journey has taken me across lands and lives.
From refugee to dreamer, from mixologist to artist.
Each chapter added a new brushstroke to the woman I am becoming.
And now, I create not from pain, but from power.
My art is three-dimensional, alive with feeling and flow.
It moves. It breathes. It tells stories without needing to speak.
You may see water. You may see sky. You may see something only your heart understands.
The longer you look, the more the canvas reveals. Not just my story, but perhaps a part of yours too.
I create from joy. From resilience. From the belief that we are never prisoners of our past.
That beauty can grow from the places we thought were broken.
That light always finds a way through.
I am self-taught, but guided by something greater.
I believe that art is a form of remembering.
That through color and movement, we come back to ourselves.
This is more than a gallery. This is a journey.
And I invite you to walk with me.
To feel, to reflect, to remember that we are all made of choice, will, and wonder.
Because in my world, art isn’t just what I do.
It’s why I’m still here.
And I believe, with all my heart, that without art, life does not matter.