I am interested in the places where organic systems fail gracefully — neural maps, cracked skin, constellations, decay. My paintings are attempts to hold that failure still long enough to look at it. I am colourblind. I have spent my whole life feeling colour rather than naming it. I think that is why I trust it.

I spent years moving, believing that what I was looking for existed somewhere else — in another country, another landscape, another sky. The paintings came out of that exhaustion. Not as escape, but as arrival. For the first time, I was somewhere.

Jung taught me that what we cannot say directly, we say in image. Krishnamurti taught me that clear seeing requires the destruction of what I already think I know. I grew up looking at Eastern miniatures and ornament. I paint in an international abstract grammar. The friction between those two things is, so far, the thing I have most to say.