People often ask what my paintings mean. But here’s the thing:
They don’t have to mean anything to matter.
We’re trained to look for meaning everywhere; in a job, a relationship, a painting on a wall. And when we can’t explain it, we tend to dismiss it.
But not everything needs to be explained. Some things are meant to be felt.
My art doesn’t arrive with a manual. It’s not tidy or logical. It won’t tell you what to think.
But if it pulls something out of you , a feeling, a flicker, a pause, then it’s done its job.
It’s bold. It’s weird. It’s layered and contradictory.
Just like you. Just like me.
I don’t create art to decode life’s mysteries. I create to honour the part of us that keeps showing up even when nothing makes sense. Especially then.
You don’t have to understand it.
You just have to stand in front of it and say,
“That feels like me.”