That’s what gets me into the studio. The real work is not just to make beautiful images: it’s to honour that impulse, to listen for what the past carries through every tool I pick up.
That’s the connection: small revelations, a line falling just right, a shape emerging naturally. No single piece can sum up a life or a process; what people see is the result, not the unseen work, the insomnia, or the small victories behind it. 🎨
Along the way there were graffiti crews, nights under bridges, immigration interviews, and gallery openings, some with life-changing sales, others where the silence rang louder than applause.
Looking back, there’s calm in knowing life is never finished—only paused until the next mark begins—an acceptance that the journey stays open. Each painting—and the life behind it—quietly suggests that moments, however broken, can still be pieced into something meaningful.
