In an age of instant creation and constant motion, painting offers a powerful counterpoint: slowness. Many of my works develop over weeks or months—layers added, erased, reworked, reconsidered.
I see each layer as a moment of presence. Some days the canvas asks for movement—wide, sweeping gestures. Other days demand restraint, a soft wash of pigment, or a fine, deliberate line. This meditative rhythm is at the heart of my process.
The slow build-up allows the painting to breathe and evolve. With time, unexpected textures appear: cracks, translucencies, hidden shapes emerging from beneath earlier decisions. These imperfections are not flaws—they are markers of growth, like the lines on a face that record a life lived.
Slow art invites the viewer into this quiet space. It asks for patience, presence, and a willingness to look beyond the surface. In that shared stillness, something intimate happens: the painting begins to speak.