I paint. And I paint. And I paint... To create, I must let go of all expectations, demands, concerns, labels... I am only my soul, the soul that pours itself on the canvas. The real, sometimes unseen, often mispelled and sometimes mislabelled, me. Just me, paint, and canvas.
Daring yet delicate, my acrylic creation effervesces with a rich tapestry of dynamic, flowing lines and swirls, imbuing the canvases with a sense of spontaneous energy. It is as though the spirits of color themselves have taken to dancing, their hues intertwining in an entrancing ballet.
Created by pouring and moving acrylic paint on the canvas, the process itself is an act of divination, channeling my energy through my hands into each undulating curve. The result is hypnotic compositions that seem to breathe, inviting you to lose yourself in their captivating chaos and find solace in its serene order. Canvases become alive with the whispers of movement and the echoes of flow, a luminous testament to the journey and the journeyer.