These paintings come from the moments when life refuses to fit into a single feeling. Grief, humor, love, anxiety, memory, superstition, and beauty arrive all at once — and instead of choosing, I let them co-exist.

The compositions are crowded because the mind is crowded. The symbols, animals, flowers, and fragments of daily life aren’t decoration; they’re the emotional debris and bright treasures we carry.

Painting them helps me edit and balance the chaos — not by quieting it, but by giving it form, rhythm, and breath. This is how I make sense of a world that is sometimes too much, and somehow never enough.