Nysa describes herself as an artist, writer, illustrator, and orator. 
She is a fifteen-year-old high school student who says she may not have all the answers, but give her a pen and she'll draw and sketch her way through them.

'Art has always defined me, even as a five-year-old running around with a crayon in my hand,' she says.
'Now, we define each other. Art is a shadow that
attaches itself, one that lights up the darkness and stays right behind you in the light. It always exists.'

'There's a quote I hold close: "Art disturbs the comforted and comforts the disturbed"
Maybe some people forgot about it, and perhaps some never heard it.
To me, art isn't about aesthetics. It represents and oozes emotions out of every flicker; yet I needn't feel anything to make it.
I can't call it a form of expression either, because feeling turns into focus. Into escape. It's to exist, to live. It's an almost amusing contradiction, to pour out my heart into my work, yet escape the
feelings all at once.'