I came to painting in 2019.
Here’s the story of how that happened.
But before I get into it, here’s my work if you just wanna look at it and not read the story.
Now let’s resume that story.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had extremely vivid dreams that bleed out into the real world.
This means that I “wake up” in the middle of the night, and I see things around me that aren’t really there.
I’m not really awake, at least not 100% — my eyes are definitely open and in that moment I truly believe everything I see is real though!
I’m in a dream-like state where parts of those dreams manifest in the real world.
I see people, creatures, objects…
I hear things.
I interact with these “visions”.
I could go on for days about all the stuff I’ve seen and all the weird experiences I’ve had (from running out into the street in my pijamas thinking I was being robbed, to tearing off a door right from the hinges…).
But that’s not the point now.
The point is that one morning I woke up with the urge to paint these faces and “visions” I see.
Perhaps that way I could better explain what happens to me during the night.
And that’s been my quest in painting ever since.
I’ve found a renewed sense of passion for art through it.
And I’ve gravitated towards large-scale abstract painting.