I’m trying to paint what cannot be said. For several months, I’ve been in a phase of research inward, sensory, intuitive. I’m exploring what can bring relief, calm, or clarity without needing to be explained.

My artistic practice is shifting. I’m working with suspended formats paper, fabric, hanging materials that fall from above like quiet presences. I’m experimenting with colors, energies, and textures. I read a lot. I collaborate. I test.

What I’m hoping to offer are not answers. Rather, spaces where we can pause. Breathe. Remember something essential. Fragments of light, maybe. A place to stand. A sense of connection.

This work is ongoing. It’s growing through layers  reading, sketching, collecting materials, trying, dreaming.

It will soon take the form of suspended pieces, made for spaces sacred or otherwise that are open to light.

I keep going. I breathe. I paint.