After more than twenty years of using art to process my inner world through intentional expression, the past four years have brought a meaningful shift in my practice. Through spontaneous painting, I’ve discovered a new way of relating to art.
Unlike painting from life or from a careful plan with a set intention, this approach feels more like a dance—between an intuitive, unseen force that guides the work, at times asking me to listen and surrender, and my own artistic practice, which instinctively knows what to do next. As I move between these two creative states, the process feels deeply spiritual.
As meaning emerges through the painting, I often feel more like an observer than the painter. When the pieces finally reveal themselves, the insights can feel like medicine. While each work holds personal meaning, the themes often expand into something more universal—touching on human experiences many of us recognize, such as the tension between hope and hopelessness, or the quiet grief of watching a beloved version of a child slip away.
I have always been sensitive. For much of my life, this sensitivity has felt like a burden. Through this artistic process, I’ve come to experience another side of that same sensitivity—one that feels expansive, intuitive, and beautiful.
This process reminds me that creating is not just what I do; it is who I am.
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