For years I thought I was just “sensitive.”
 
Too overwhelmed.
Too affected by noise.
Too much.
 
Recently I realised there’s actually a reason why calmness became so important for me.
 
And suddenly my paintings made sense too.
 
The softer colours.
The layered quietness.
The need for space to breathe.
 
I’m not creating loud work because loud already exists everywhere else.
 
My art became a way to regulate, reconnect, and return to myself.
 
And maybe that’s why people often describe it as calming before I even mention it.
 
If this resonates with you, write me anytime — I’m always happy to talk about pieces and spaces.