Life, for the most part, was unfathomable. Relationships between imperfect beings only deepened my confusion. News of death served as a reminder that all living things carry the seed of their own end. In my solitude I turn to painting as a way to confront these thoughts, immersing myself in the quiet depths of darkness.

To me, darkness is light. It neither clamors nor overwhelms me. Instead, it quietly illuminates only what I wish to see, hear, and feel. My paintings begin in darkness. As I question life and existence, I build darkness layer by layer, letting paint accumulate like a thought itself. This process is a meditative act, allowing me to focus my mind entirely and observe through stillness and distance. Within it, I slowly uncover subjects that emerge in a delicate glow.

Landscapes and figures waver between appearing and disappearing on the canvas as if passing through the threshold of being and non-being. They linger as echoes, neither fully formed nor entirely lost—just as existence itself can only be sensed, never fully grasped.