Where art, nature and psyche intertwine through threads of memory, care and transformation
There is something I have been thinking about lately, something that is both personal and, perhaps, symptomatic of the way we look at images today. I sometimes feel that the language I have chosen to dedicate my life to — drawing, painting, the handmade image, the slow construction of an artwork — is increasingly overlooked …
There are moments in an artist’s life when the most difficult question is not “What am I creating?” but “Why does it seem so difficult for others to see what I am trying to say?” I have often felt misunderstood as an artist. Looking at my body of work from the outside, it may appear …
There is a curious sensation that accompanies the rebuilding of an artist’s archive. At first, it appears to be a practical task: editing photographs, updating documentation, rewriting descriptions, arranging works into new constellations. Yet, somewhere between one image and the next, another process quietly begins. The archive ceases to be a collection of files and …
In the age of social media, the self-portrait has become one of the most misunderstood artistic practices. The endless stream of selfies that fills our screens has gradually transformed the image of the self into a symbol of vanity, self-promotion, and narcissism. As a consequence, the artistic self-portrait is often judged through the same superficial …
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Colour has never been a stable language in my artistic practice. Like memory, it changes with time, with places lived, with the landscapes that inhabit us. Looking back at my work, I can trace my own life through the evolution of colour itself. My early paintings were immersed in luminous, almost fairytale-like palettes. Brilliant blues, …
Every material carries a memory. Before becoming part of an artwork, the paper in my studio has already lived another life. It has been a newspaper announcing yesterday’s events, a handwritten letter preserving an intimate voice, the page of a forgotten notebook, an advertising leaflet briefly held in someone’s hands, a map, a receipt, an …
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One of the comments I hear most often is that my embroidered self-portraits look too sad, too angry, too distorted—or simply not beautiful. I understand this reaction. We have become accustomed to portraits that reassure us, that smooth away uncertainty, that celebrate an ideal version of the self. We expect a face to be pleasing …
As both an artist and an art therapist, my practice is a unique interplay of creativity, healing, and self-discovery. This dual role allows me to not only express myself through visual art but also to guide others on their journeys toward emotional well-being and personal growth. In this post, I’ll share insights into my practice, …