Painting slows the flow of my thoughts and gives space for understanding to emerge.

It invites me to contemplate, feel, and reflect — to listen more closely to both the world around me and what stirs within.

This blog is a way to put into words what resists explanation.

I write about solitude, tension, discovery — and sometimes healing — as they arise in and around the act of painting.At times,

I also reflect more concretely on process, technique, or gesture.Each entry marks a step along my path as an artist.

I am a painter, but more than that, a curious observer of life —drawn to nature, to light, to what’s shifting and fragile.These texts trace the quiet movement beneath the visible.