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A tightly closed purple bud hangs heavily from a curved stem against a black background. The downward arc and dark, furled petals suggest quiet sorrow and the weight of something that may never fully bloom. This piece explores the fragile moment between anticipation and resignation. Pencils on paper

A lavender bloom drifts sideways into darkness, petals unfolding in quiet surrender. Against the black void, its soft mauve and silver edges glow with gentle release — a tender yielding to gravity, time, and the beauty of letting go. Pencils on paper

What does it mean for a rose to bloom in darkness? Not the darkness of night—which is temporary, which promises dawn—but the darkness of void, of absence, of the space before and after everything. Against this black, the flower opens anyway, petals unfurling in scarlet waves, leaves reaching outward as if touch alone could confirm existence. Scarlet Defiance speaks to the stubborn persistence of beauty in the face of nothing. The rose does not bloom for anyone, for anything—i

Drawing on Dutch Golden Age tradition, I investigate beauty and impermanence—the Ghost Tulip captures petals dissolving into atmosphere, suspended between bloom and decay. Colored pencil on paper

Gouache on paper I'm interested in light as it moves through air - how atmosphere transforms what we see, how color creates emotional resonance, how simplification can reveal rather than obscure. The central luminous passage draws the viewer inward, creating spatial ambiguity: are we looking at reflection or reality? Moving toward light or deeper into mystery? Working in the tradition of Tonalist painters but with contemporary sensibilities, I use layered transparencies and s

Liminality: a creature that inhabits borders between life and death, the mundane and the mythic. Here, it feels introspective rather than ominous. Its slightly open beak suggests a withheld voice, as if something is about to be spoken but remains unuttered. Ink on paper 21x29 cm

I was letting the sea hold something for me — something I didn’t know how to name.

To me, the crow symbolizes the alchemy of feeling — the slow, internal process through which pain is transformed into understanding and grief into creation. It carries within its darkness a strange kind of light. It’s what light leaves behind.

For me, this small match is less about fire than about consequence. Once lit, it cannot return to what it was. Its beauty — in the blue...

When I worked on this spoon, I wasn’t just interested in drawing it accurately — I wanted to see how light alone could give it presence*....

When I was making this study, I wasn’t so much thinking about a sail as I was about how it could almost disappear into atmosphere. The...

From Minimalism , I take the idea of restraint: the decision to remove excess, to strip down to what is essential. From Color Field...

The sea impacts the human psyche because it reflects its structure. Like the mind, it possesses surface calm and hidden turbulence,...

When I painted this swimmer, what I was really painting was surrender. There is a moment when the body yields to the water, when the arms...

That’s the deceptive beauty of perception. I don’t actually see the world as it is—I see the version my brain builds for me, stitching...

Chalk and charcoal What haunts the eye most is the smoke. It drifts, pale and ephemeral, refusing form, just as the presence of a lost...

To draw it was to sit at the edge of dream. The pillow spoke to me in silence, not as an object but as a soft ghost of what once rested...

In these tokens is revealed a single occult law—that death is no ruin, but transformation, a shifting of essence into subtler realms. The...

This painting began as an exercise on temptation , and I found myself circling around its familiar symbols—the fruit, the serpent, the...

What unsettles me most is the silence around it. The bird does not narrate its fall; it simply is. In that stillness, the painting...