My story
Believe it or not… I started with figurative art.!
Years of learning the rules, honoring them with rigor. Useful. Formative.
And, somewhere along the way, suffocating. Intuition doesn’t much like having the door closed in its face.
So I took a detour. Other arts, other territories.
And one fine day, an encounter: a friend for life, and a wide-open door onto the invisible.
That's where painting found me again.
I came back to portraits; they'd already struck me.
The first one, drawn with my eyes closed, showed me what I had forgotten how to see.
Since then, they keep revealing. In me, in others. What seeks to be recognized always finds its form, eventually.
Abstract came later. Or rather, I finally gave myself permission to step inside. And there I found what I had always known: the whole lives in every part, and every part holds the whole.
In the end, it's what I never stopped painting.
The form evolves. The message remains.
