I’ve always been drawn to art and creativity not as something separate from life but as something that runs through it. It’s how I process how I notice how I make sense of what can’t always be named. For a long time creativity lived internally moving through thoughts sensations and moments that never asked to be resolved.

Lately that energy has wanted somewhere to land.

Turning these ideas into canvases feels like a natural extension of something that’s been forming for years. There’s an excitement in giving shape to what once stayed intangible in watching intuition translate into texture color and form. Each piece feels less like a conclusion and more like a beginning a snapshot of where I am in the act of becoming.

Art matters because it holds space for what doesn’t fit neatly into words. It reminds us that not everything needs to be explained to be felt and not everything meaningful arrives fully formed. In a world that moves fast and demands clarity art allows for pause ambiguity and presence.

This is an unfolding not a finished statement.
And that’s exactly what makes it worth creating.