Artistic style isn’t something you arrive at and lock in.
It’s something you grow into — and continue growing through.

In the late 1990s, I saw abstract art in person for the first time. It stopped me. I didn’t yet have the language for what I was feeling, but I knew something had shifted. A few years later, in the early 2000s, I began painting myself — experimenting, searching, trying to understand how emotion, movement, and color could live together on a surface.

More than twenty years later, my work continues to evolve. Not by abandoning what came before, but by expanding — allowing multiple styles, approaches, and energies to coexist. Each phase informs the next. Nothing is wasted. Nothing is erased.