Not the loud, obvious kind.
The quiet one—the one that’s always lived inside me. It’s what’s carried me through all these countries I called home, two births, and countless reinventions. It’s the thread between me and the women I paint. It’s the space between one person and another—where tension, tenderness, and truth live. In each piece, I’m not just painting figures. I’m painting what it feels like to come home to myself. That steady, powerful pull toward something honest.

This is not just art—it’s a record of presence. Of being fully here, in the moment, with myself and with you.
That’s the connection I want to offer.
And this is your invitation in.