I didn’t set out to be an artist. I didn’t train in a studio or follow a traditional path. Instead, painting found me, and when it did, it was as if an entirely new world had opened up before me.

Art is my escape, my playground, my home. It is where my imagination runs free, untamed and boundless. With every brushstroke I travel, sometimes back to childhood memories filled with books and endless wonder, sometimes forward into places yet undiscovered. But wherever I go it is my journey alone. No rules, no restrictions, just me, expressing what once felt impossible to say.

Painting is not just something I do. It is how I feel, how I move, how I exist. The colors I choose, the movement in my strokes, they speak for me. They are the rhythm of my emotions, the energy of my body, the voice of my spirit. Each piece is a moment of discovery, a reflection of the person I am when I create, free, uninhibited, completely alive.

My surroundings constantly shape my art. I take in everything, the movement of a city, the shifting emotions of a place, the hidden stories in ordinary things. I see the world in pieces, fragments of color, energy, and motion. In my mind I am always deconstructing and reconstructing, making sense of what I see by breaking it apart and piecing it back together in my own way. That’s why my art is bold, expressive, sometimes chaotic, it mirrors the way I experience life.

When you look at my paintings, I hope you see more than just colors and shapes, I hope you feel the movement, the freedom and the adventure. I hope you find a piece of your own story within mine.

Welcome to my world.