Who am I?

I am not easy to explain in words. That is precisely why I paint.

My work begins where language fails, in the place where memory, identity, and the body hold more truth than any sentence can carry. Every canvas is a conversation I could not have any other way.

I started with classical painting and arrived, slowly and deliberately, at abstraction and glitch. Not because I was searching for a style but because I was searching for myself. The fracture in my work is not aesthetic. It is autobiographical. I break images the same way I have broken the taboos, norms, and inherited silences that once defined the boundaries of who I was allowed to be.

CARRIED is the most personal expression of that journey. It begins with memory “ my memory “ and moves toward the woman I am now. It is not a series about arrival. It is about the weight of the path, and the strange peace that comes when you finally stop fighting yourself and begin to recognize home in your own reflection. It is my reconciliation with my identity, my origin, and my land.

The woman has always been present in my work. In every painting, before CARRIED and within it, she appears. She is not decoration. She is the subject. She is what I have always been fighting for: the right of a woman to be seen fully, to be praised without condition, to be redefined on her own terms. She is my version of what a woman looks like from the inside.

My language is not the language of conflict. It is the language of peace, hard-won, quiet, and loyal. Of friendship with oneself. Of the places where I met my own soul and recognized it. Of acceptance. Of love turned inward before it could be given outward.

I paint to take care of myself. And somewhere in that act of care, others find something that belongs to them too.