I didn’t always have the words to express myself.

When I was 18, I lost my voice, and in that silence I went looking for another way to speak.

It started with jewelry - small, deliberate things made with my hands. Then floral design, which turned out to be its own language: color, texture, shape, feelings. Eight years of working with flowers every day turned it into something closer to a daily art practice - mixing color, texture, and shape to evoke a feeling, playing with nature itself. I built a studio around that work. I'm still building it.

Painting had been calling me for years before I found the courage to follow it. I'd paint after hours, just for myself, because I had to -never quite admitting it was more than that. When I finally followed it, I felt full alignment. This was the language I'd been looking for. On a canvas big enough to hold all of it, I could finally say anything.

Each piece is an emotional landscape—intuitive, energetic, and deeply personal.

My work is guided less by intention and more by sensation. I follow what feels alive. What feels true. In that process, time dissolves. I lose myself completely, and something else takes over - something instinctive, something almost sacred.

Painting is my connection to the divine. It’s where I return to myself, again and again.