I have always loved oil paint — its smell, its texture, and the way it seems to breathe on the canvas.

My training was rooted in tradition: stretching canvases, sizing with rabbit-skin glue, and learning from the old masters. Those early rituals taught me patience and respect for the craft.

In time, I began to break the rules — mixing in wax, paper pulp, and marble dust, scratching and dripping to find new ways of expression.

Yet no matter how far I explore, oil paint remains my anchor — organic, unpredictable, and always vibrant.