Some artists paint what they see.
I paint what I couldn’t leave inside.
The emotions had to go somewhere. So they became horses, oceans, storms, and ancient sea turtles — symbols of resilience, freedom, and the stubborn refusal to break.
When life became more than words could carry, the canvas became where everything else went — the fear, the determination, the hope, and the refusal to give up.
Every painting is a one-of-a-kind original — made in the years when the canvas was the only place the fight could go.