It often begins in the midst of everyday life. A fleeting thought, a color, a feeling in passing. That moment is a spark that sets me in motion. I reach for a brush, palette knife, or spray can without knowing where the movement will take me.

For me, applying paint for the first time is like breaking open, spontaneous, raw, honest. I paint, scratch, paint over, push and shift the layers of paint until something unique begins to emerge. In this process, the random intertwines with the intuitive. Sometimes I write letters, and even if they later disappear under new layers, they remain perceptible, like an invisible story in the depths of the picture.

I work with acrylic paint, ink, or oil pastels. Materials that can overlap or flow into one another. In the interplay between control and letting go, a dialogue arises between me and the work. In the process, the image changes constantly, just like my own perception..

In my figurative works, I am interested in the tension between form and dissolution. What initially appears clear is lost in the process, transformed by abstraction. It is a process of searching and finding, a slow extraction of the essential from the superfluous.

When I paint, I lose track of time. I sink into my own world, where the boundaries between inside and outside, between thought and movement, become blurred. For me, the creative process itself is change. A path from impulse to clarity, from chaos to form. In the end, what remains is not just a finished picture, but a trace of transformation—visible, tangible, real.