🎃 Ghosts Don’t Scare Me. Self-Doubt Does. But I Paint Anyway.

Halloween is cute. Pumpkins, wigs, skeletons that glow in the dark.
But let me tell you something — the real monsters live in our heads.
Mine wears a little voice that whispers, “Who do you think you are?”

And still… I paint.

Because courage is not something loud. It’s not something Hollywood.
It’s just showing up.
To your truth. To your color. To your weird wild visions that maybe no one else will understand — until they do.

When I was younger (and still had cheekbones), I was a singer. On stage. Big hair. Glitter. Applause.
And still — I doubted.
Then I became a jeweler. Made pieces for presidents, popes, even that guy who wore a golden laurel crown for a week in Toronto.
And still — I doubted.

And now, here I am, sculpting with my bare hands and throwing paint like it’s my second language.
I doubt. But I don’t stop.

Because every time someone walks into my gallery in Netanya and stares silently at a canvas — I see it.
That little moment.
The breath.
The connection.

They don’t know what they’re feeling.
But they feel.

And maybe that’s what art is really about. Not to impress. Not to decorate.
But to make you feel something brave again.
To remember that you're alive.

So no, ghosts don’t scare me.
But becoming invisible does.

That’s why I paint.

And if you're looking for something real — something bold — something that might scare you just enough to wake you up…

Come see my work.
Hang it in your home.
And let it remind you to be brave too.

🎨 With messy love,
Nikita

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