I have been painting for as long as I can remember. As a child, I would make up little stories while painting, creating worlds through images before I really had the words for them. Art stayed with me throughout my childhood and eventually led me to study design.

For a long time, my path moved towards the conceptual and strategic. I learned to analyse, structure and explain. At the same time, there has always been another side of me that works very differently. One that is intuitive, spontaneous and direct.

A few years ago, I started painting again and eventually could not stop. The more time I spent in digital environments, the stronger my need became to make something physical. We live in a world where so much is directed, conceptualised and created with a specific intention. When I paint, I try to leave that behind.

I don’t think much before I start. There might be a color, a feeling or an initial idea, but it usually changes as soon as I begin. Colors are chosen intuitively. Places, situations, music and emotions translate into colors and images in my mind. I mix materials, experiment and follow what feels right.

Knowing when a painting is finished is equally intuitive. At some point, the composition simply feels right. It feels like bringing an unsorted thought into order, even though that order might only make sense to me.

Painting gives space to something inside me that I cannot always explain. It has become a way of thinking without words. A language I use without fully understanding it myself.

I see my work as an invitation into my little world. Not necessarily to understand it in the same way I do, but to look around, feel something and perhaps find something of your own within it. Everyone resonates differently with colors, forms and compositions, and I am interested in the space between what I put into a painting and what someone else finds in it.

I’m always happy to exchange ideas or see where a conversation might lead.