For me, art has always been more than a practice , it is a way of seeing, of holding on to fleeting emotions and transforming them into something eternal. What fascinates me most is the sky: vast, limitless, and full of unexpected wonders. Objects suspended in that infinite expanse carry a unique duality , they are powerful and commanding, yet at the same time fragile and light, embodying both strength and beauty.
I find inspiration everywhere. Walking through the Tate in the evening, I feel my soul recharge. To be surrounded by art is to breathe in another rhythm, one that reminds me of who I am and why I create.
In Bristol, I stood before one of Banksy’s murals , raw, human, and unflinchingly honest. It touched me deeply, warming my heart and reminding me of the extraordinary impact art can have when it lives within the city, among the people.
Yet the most moving moment came unexpectedly. One morning at 6 a.m., while I was running, I looked up to see hot air balloons rising into the sky. The stillness of the city below contrasted with the magic unfolding above me, and I was overcome with emotion. Another day, with my children and a friend, I watched as one hundred balloons inflated and lifted in less than an hour. Next year, I will return ,but this time from within, to experience the vision not just from below, but as part of that fragile, powerful dance of colors and shapes filling the horizon.
The sky inspires my work because it teaches me that beauty lies in paradox: in strength and lightness, in freedom and fragility. When objects rise into that infinite canvas, they remind us of possibility, of wonder, and of the timeless dialogue between humanity and the universe.
This is what I strive to capture in my paintings: that precise moment of awe, when we look upward and rediscover that life itself is an extraordinary work of art.
