18/05/2026
Some paintings emerge quietly.
This one fought its way into being.
Starting as something soft, readable almost careful. But it didn’t feel “finished” and was asking for something louder, more vibrant and defined.
So I pushed it.
More contrast.
A bigger brush.
More movement.
Less certainty.
I love and fear that awkward middle ground where a painting is both breaking apart and becoming itself at the same time. The messy stages are the worst and usually the most honest.
Now I am at that familiar question:
is it finished…or am I afraid to ruin it?
Swipe through the evolution ➡️