I paint that piece of blurry memory of a hot summer night.
I paint a cascade of emotions, silent behind that well trained smile.
I paint those spirited eyes that scream decision and confidence.
Little stories. Big emotions.
I collect bits of anecdotes that I see around me, or that people share with me. Then I play and splash them into the canvas.
Figurative work? Abstract work? I’d say I need both.
I feel brave. And vulnerable. Both at the same time. Does that even make sense?
My studio is my safe place. And oil paintings are my preferred language.
I use art as my personal microphone. Or megaphone. It lets me translate those unsaid emotions into a visual diary in the form of a painting.
And then, once the painting is finished, I finally see its meaning. Whether it’s joy, sorrow, courage, or that bad joke that made you laugh.
Either way, is beautiful.