In a world marked by trauma and uncertainty, I have learned that nothing is more precious than life itself. It is from this silent and powerful awareness that my art is born.
Every creative gesture is, for me, an act of remembrance and transformation. My works are inner journeys, fragments of my experience that take shape, light, and shadow. They tell the story of who I was and who I am becoming, weaving together wounds and rebirths, roots and metamorphoses.
There was a time when my expression was driven by the urgency to exist—today, it emerges from care, from listening, from the slowness that knows how to embrace.
My art comes to life from a memory: the light of a candle burning in a bunker during the war. From that flame, fragile yet alive, came my need to imagine, to create worlds.
Even now, I paint to protect that light and to give it a voice.