My name is Amanda Aida Savannah Jeng. I'm born year 1998.
I wasn’t always soft. I wasn’t always calm.
I used to carry anger in my chest like a storm I couldn’t name.
Growing up in a tough neighborhood in Sweden taught me to be cold early.
Where I’m from, showing emotion was seen as weakness.
You learned to survive by being sharp, quiet, guarded.
But the same streets that hardened me also gave me wisdom.
They taught me loyalty. Street smarts.
They showed me how to read people, how to move between cultures, how to hold my own.
I’ve always painted - even as a child.
My grandmother was the one who first placed a brush in my hand.
It was like a secret world just for me.
But somewhere in my teenage years, I stopped.
I shut it all down - the colors, the feelings, the softness inside me.
And without realizing it, I started losing myself.
For years, I felt misunderstood, isolated, disconnected from my own emotions.
I didn’t know how to feel without drowning in it.
Until one day, in 2024, I picked up the brush again.
And something shifted.
I began to paint. And cry. And breathe.
The colors became a language for what I had never been allowed to say.
Through painting, I didn’t just create art - I came back to me.
Now, I create from a place of truth and tenderness.
I believe feelings are not flaws - they’re our power.
Especially as women, we’ve been told to stay quiet, to “calm down,” to be smaller than what we feel.
But I believe emotions are sacred.
They make us stronger. More connected. More alive.
So my work is here to hold space - for softness, for healing, for everything we’ve been taught to hide.
If my art makes you feel seen, if it brings stillness or strength into your space,
Then that’s exactly what it was meant to do.