A collection of emotions, moments and stories.

The first woman, before the apology. Eve is about the moment of choosing — desire, curiosity, and the courage to reach for what you want, knowing the garden will never be the same. She is not the fall; she is the beginning.

A study of closeness, absence, and everything in between. Lovers is about the courage of being seen — the tenderness and the heat, the softness and the storm, living inside the same body. Love is never only one thing, and this painting refuses to choose.

She is a portrait of stillness — the moment before a feeling becomes a word. The closed eyes hold everything the mouth refused to say. I painted her to be looked at slowly, the way women deserve to be looked at.

A profile in soft light. Heart is about the tenderness we carry quietly — the warmth we keep for someone even when the door is left ajar. It is the kind of love that never asks to be witnessed.

The one where I let go. Layer over layer, I let the paint stand for the feeling — raw, chaotic, moving, honest on purpose. Solitude is not loneliness; it is the room where the self goes to be true.