Painting is an awakening for me—from self-therapy to self-
expression.
My art is an emotional cocktail intertwined with life, love, and music
brought to life on a willing canvas.
I have always connected with artisans, never intending to refer to myself as one. I have a background in business and have worked in various associations with the arts.
Over the past several years, I unknowingly embarked on this journey.
I believe with all my heart that the events and encounters in my
life, no matter how chaotic, are purposeful synchronicities meant
to unfold.
These cosmic timings guide us to where we are supposed to be.
My artistic inspiration emerges from diverse sources—the fusion
and medley of other artists’ brilliance, dreams, colors, musical lyrics,
and landscapes.
When I paint, I blend these inspirations with memories and emotions,
channeling them onto the canvas. I often create several pieces in
one session, layering multiple shades and textures by pouring paint
directly onto the canvases.
My brushstrokes move in different directions, agitating the surface
and adding dynamism to the work. I hope the viewer’s eye is
engaged and the mind becomes entangled in a crescendo of
colorful emotions.
Through my work, I channel my vision and most profound emotions,
sharing my peace, love, and happiness with others.
“Dream up the kind of world you want to live in. Dream out loud”
-Bono
Portfolio:
Hotel Collection
My inspiration originates from our travels, landscapes, as well as
relationships and memories.
When we travel, we make it our goal to find the ideal location that speaks to
our souls. This makes the immersion into the area, the culture, the music
and the magic unforgettable. It is the fabric of the adventure that you are
hoping to create for your family. When I reminisce about our travels to
Cinque Terre, Monteroso al Mare and Porto Roca, I am absolutely engulfed
in the emotional state that the memories conjure up.
I can feel our happiness and love. I can smell the food, the coffee and the
prosecco. Our daughter swings by the Mediterranean pool in her red
bikini. Tom and Aiden floating in the ocean like human bobbers. An old
man handing out lemonade on the hiking trail to Vernazza. Wonderful
memories of our spirits flying together, etched in time. I could smell the sea
and feel the sky as I painted to “Into the Mystic.” -Van Morrison