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.

Bird Shit (or how to ruin earth)

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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.

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