I never thought of myself as an artist. For years, I was intimidated by the brush and canvas, convinced I couldn’t create anything worthwhile. When I picked up my first brush, it was with zero expectations.
It began with a simple idea—a painting to match my bedroom’s aesthetic. That simple task quickly became something very different and unexpected.
As I worked on canvas and paper for the first time, the paint surprised me, blending and flowing with a life of its own. I quickly learned how elusive it can be to conventionally create something that stirs people to their core. Intuition became my guide, pushing me beyond traditional methods into the raw depths of my subconscious. I saw that my works were filled with unintentional, surprising details—essential elements that emerge only when rules are abandoned.
My style is entirely my own—a fusion of abstraction, interwoven with glimpses of figures, animals, objects, and often, unfiltered emotion. When I paint, I enter a zone where time dissolves, and I often don’t remember how I achieved the result.
I have been caught off-guard by people’s desire to own my work, starting from the very first piece I created.
I use diverse mediums—acrylic paint, pastels, oil pastels, charcoal, handmade papers, and textiles—each carefully selected to enhance the vision behind each piece. Some works are minimalistic, employing just one medium, while others embrace a symphony of textures and layers.
My process is fluid and intuitive, allowing the painting to guide me, resulting in creations as varied as my own emotional landscape. Colors, for example, are not constrained by conventional notions of harmony, but are instead chosen to evoke individuality, ensuring each composition is unique and true to itself.
I think I will always be a work in progress. Each of my paintings is an experiment. Some are triumphs; others are battles I fight over and over, layering until there’s nothing more to give. I scrutinize every detail—down to the tiniest dot or the thinnest line—and there are nights when I fall in love with a piece, only to wake up the next morning and despise it. I’m never fully satisfied, even when my pieces find their final resting place—whether on my own wall or in the hands of someone who’s fallen in love with it.
I need to create. Some days, I paint for 14 hours straight, until my eyes refuse to stay open any longer or the fumes become so overwhelming that I can barely breathe, with my eyes bloodshot and watering. Painting, color, texture—it’s become an obsession. I’m constantly hungry to learn, whether from others, from endless experimentation, or by immersing myself in unexpected new ideas. Every day is a new canvas, a new discovery.
Artist’s Philosophy
I feel there is a profound connection between artist, canvas, and viewer. When artists pour their essence into a creation, it becomes a deeply personal extension of themselves. That has been my experience.
When a painting resonates with you, a silent bond forms, speaking to your emotions, memories, and experiences. That connection can link artist and viewer across time and place and all things physical. It gives art the power not just to decorate, but to move, communicate, and transform.
From time to time, a great work of art will evoke such a profound reaction that a collector feels compelled to own it, cherishing that piece as an heirloom to be passed down from generation to generation.