When I lost myself, I began to paint.

In the darkest time of my life, art entered my world. In 2019, my soul gave way under the weight of everyday life – what followed was a collapse of everything I had held to be certain, professionally and personally.

I hadn't painted since childhood. In the middle of that crisis, a brush in my hand opened up a new world – a feeling that has never let go of me since.

Even in painting, I initially wanted to know where a piece was headed before making the first mark. Today, it's the exact opposite that I love most about painting – not knowing what comes next.

My art gives voice to what had stayed silent in me for so long – freedom, intuition, the willingness to meet the unpredictable.

When I paint, everything else disappears.

No sense of time, no thoughts about what still needs to be done – just the color in front of me and the next moment. I hear the brush on the canvas, sometimes I feel the paint directly under my fingers. I don't plan ahead. I simply begin, and at some point, in the middle of the process, I know a piece is finished. I just feel it.

Color, texture and light play a central role in my work.

Through layering and relief-like surfaces, the impact and depth of a piece shift depending on perspective and light. Acrylic, structural media and selected materials like genuine gold leaf give each piece its physical presence and individual character. Every work is created as a one-of-a-kind painting.

Perhaps that's exactly why artworks move us – not because they explain something to us, but because we recognize ourselves in them.