These days, I find myself drawn more to feeling and thinking than to form or function. I’m exploring light and colour, not just as aesthetic elements, but as emotional forces. In a world that can often feel heavy or dark, I’m interested in how light and colour can carry energy, offer hope, or act as a form of protest.
 


My work feels like a release, an outburst of energy and emotion that’s been building, finally given space to emerge. Maybe it's about making sense of the world, or maybe it’s simply about letting something out. I think many of us are carrying an overload of feeling; my work is where I can let mine speak loudly, without apology.
 


Incorporating words into my practice has opened up new freedom, allowing me to reflect more directly on the world around me, where values like truth, love, and equality are upheld by many, yet deliberately stripped away by a few.
 Increasingly, I’m using my practice to give form to that internal surge, translating thought and emotion into something immediate, something visual, something felt. Light and colour become tools to reconcile friction, or sometimes to amplify it. 



I'm interested in how visual intensity can express contradictions: chaos and clarity, silence and scream.