‘​​Movement in the collection of collected raindrops. He wants to drink her milk. Decent people who secretly long for more wildness. Come take off that diaper and become independent. Destroy the blue light and let the sun shine on your pale vampire skin. The life jacket is only needed when we almost drown. The head stays above and kisses a stranger. A baby's spit on her freshly washed blouse’.
(Fragment 1:3 from Movement of raindrops)

I paint to let go: of control, of the urge for perfection. I paint to be free: of judgement, of conditions. I paint to stay connected: to the tangible, to the material, to the physical. I paint to feel, to be present, to be alive.

Through wild gestures, with bare hands, with eyes closed, with extended brushes. I tear the canvas open and stitch it back together; I paint over what I initially wanted to remain. Each work moves between destruction and becoming, what keeps it open, unfinished and ‘alive.’

The layers in my paintings hold traces of earlier versions, earlier thoughts, failed attempts, not as residue, but as foundations of the final image. I search for the tension between what remains visible and what is erased, between noise and emptiness, chaos and order.

In a world increasingly shaped by control and digital perfection, I choose the unpredictable, the imperfect, the intuitive. My paintings are a plea for the raw, the frayed, the unfinished, not out of nostalgia, but out of necessity - to remain real.

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