“Where the world grows quiet and undefined, the hand guided by silence paints color into silence—until stillness begins to speak.”
“Where the world grows quiet and undefined, the hand guided by silence paints color into silence—until stillness begins to speak.”
My journey into art began quietly—almost unexpectedly—during a time when life was shifting in ways I hadn’t anticipated. What started as a personal space for reflection slowly became something more: a way to see, to feel, and to begin again.
I didn’t set out to become an artist. I simply followed a thread of curiosity, picking up acrylic paints with no plan—just the need to express what words couldn’t hold. From there, I moved to drawing on paper, where I learned to listen to silence, to notice small things. Eventually, I was drawn to oils—rich, slow, layered—inviting me to stay with an image longer than I was used to.
I’m self-taught, and each piece I create feels like part of an unfolding. I’m not trying to perfect anything. I’m simply trying to be present with what emerges. Art, for me, has become a lens—a way of connecting to the inner landscape, and of seeing the outer world with new eyes.
This practice continues to surprise me. It mirrors life in its vulnerability, its pauses, and its transformations. I share it here as an open invitation—to witness, to feel, and perhaps to reflect on your own way of seeing.