For a long time, I didn’t allow myself to paint.
Not because I couldn’t.
But because I had lost the connection to myself.

My art began in the quiet —
after the striving, the achieving, the performing.
It wasn’t planned.
It wasn’t perfect.
It was real.

Each piece is an expression of something deeper:
EMOTION. ENERGY. PRESENCE.

I don’t paint to impress.
I paint to reconnect — with myself, and with something greater.

This is art as integration.
As remembrance.
Raw. Vibrant. Alive.