The Process
It begins with colour — chosen by mood, by instinct, by something I often can’t quite name. I pour, roll, swirl. Sometimes I use a blow dryer, a straw, a palette knife — even random tools that help me stretch the paint in new directions. I play. I surrender. I watch the shapes and shades interact, collide, separate.
Each piece is a moment of movement, a captured dance. And no two will ever be the same.
What I love most is how this process reminds me to release expectation. To stop forcing the outcome. To create from a place of curiosity, rather than control.