Welcome, human...

When fantasy plays the strings of my soul, colors blend with emotions, and the subconscious pushes everything to the surface.

In a state where my inner self wants to scream and express the unexpressed. My hands automatically choose what, where, and how.

Somewhere deep inside, there are a million memories, happy and unhappy... Those that created me and now create my paintings. Abstract expressionism, elusive, often misunderstood, but so intense... It unleashes a wave that reminds you that feeling is human.

Fear, anger, love, shame, humiliation, joy, pride...

Creativity, suppressed for so long, wells up from the depths.

It had to be silent, now it will scream. It will never just be silent again.