As I painted this piece, I wanted to capture the magic of light how it transforms a cityscape into something almost otherworldly. The way the golden glow spills across the buildings, catching on their edges and reflecting in the water, feels almost alive, as if the city itself is breathing.

The reflections in the water were especially important to me; they aren’t just mirroring the world above but distorting and stretching it, creating movement, depth, and a sense of fleeting beauty. The boats in the foreground, in deep blues and rich purples, ground the piece, offering contrast to the fiery brilliance of the illuminated buildings.

For me, this painting is about more than just an urban harbor it’s about the way light can turn the ordinary into something extraordinary. It’s a fleeting moment, a glimpse of a city caught in a perfect balance of shadow and illumination, stillness and motion.

The painting captures a profound sense of duality: The feeling of being lost, as though drifting in an unfamiliar space, searching for control and direction.

This disorientation is embodied in the figure of a girl looking out of a window, her gaze yearning for something beyond the confines of her surroundings.

Yet, amidst this uncertainty, there is a tender warmth a glow of solace and creativity that radiates from the act of painting itself.

The window becomes a symbol of quiet refuge, a portal to hope, where the sterile, clinical environment transforms into a comforting sanctuary.

The artwork beautifully reflects this emotional interplay, with abstract forms or muted tones symbolizing uncertainty, interwoven with strokes of light and warmth that convey the healing power of art and the resilience of the human spirit.

In this painting, I wanted to capture the contrast between external liveliness and internal solitude. The figure in the foreground sits alone, with a somber and distant expression, reflecting the deep sense of loneliness that can persist even when surrounded by a bustling crowd.

I used muted tones for the figure to emphasize their emotional disconnect from the vibrant colors and movement of the people around them, highlighting the feeling of isolation in the midst of life’s constant motion.

The dancing couple to the left represents the world moving on, filled with connection and joy, while the seated figure feels stuck longing to belong but unable to. This contrast is something I wanted to explore, the tension between being physically present yet emotionally distant.

In the background, the grand architecture and lively atmosphere serve as a reflection of memories perhaps moments of joy and connection that now feel out of reach. Through this composition, I wanted to express the experience of feeling lost, caught between nostalgia and the search for meaning in the present. It’s about that universal struggle of wanting to find a place in the world while carrying the weight of our past and unfulfilled desires.

This painting captures a tranquil harbor at night, where three small boats rest quietly in the foreground, moored with thick ropes. Behind them, the city glows with scattered lights, casting golden reflections that ripple across the dark water. The play of light is central flickering, soft, and ever-changing capturing a fleeting moment filled with stillness and quiet energy.

The brushstrokes are bold and textured, with layered colors that blend rather than define. Details are softened, allowing emotion and movement to take the lead. There’s a sense of immediacy, as if the scene was caught just before it shifted a quick glimpse into a moment that won’t repeat itself.

The painting carries a sense of presence without needing people. The worn boats, the reflections, and the glow from the distant shore suggest stories untold, moods felt, time passing slowly. It’s a work that doesn’t just show what the place looks like it shows what it feels like.

This painting is an intensely personal exploration of my emotional vulnerability and the struggle between fragility and resilience in a chaotic world. Originally titled “Women’s Hell,” it was inspired by the anguish and strength I felt witnessing women’s strikes and their fight for justice.

As part of my project “Is the Circus in Heaven?”, this piece reflects my own defenselessness an aspect of myself I resisted confronting. Through its interplay of chaos and beauty, it captures the raw, universal tension between inner turmoil and the desire for strength amidst injustice.

This painting captures the energy of a sunlit street, alive with movement and color. I wanted to evoke the feeling of walking through a bustling city, where light bounces off the buildings and dances across the pavement. The composition draws the eye toward the glowing center, where figures suggested rather than defined move together, immersed in the rhythm of urban life.

I worked with bold, dynamic brushstrokes to create a sense of motion and depth, allowing the colors to blend and contrast organically. The deep blues and greens of the shadowed areas heighten the intensity of the warm yellows and pinks, emphasizing the interplay between light and darkness. The figures are deliberately abstract, almost dissolving into their surroundings, making them part of the atmosphere rather than distinct subjects.

This piece isn’t just about a place it’s about a feeling, a fleeting moment where time, space, and people merge into a vibrant harmony of color and movement.

In this painting, I wanted to explore the struggle of wanting to be happy but feeling unable to truly achieve it of putting on a mask of laughter while feeling trapped inside. The exaggerated and chaotic features of the clown are meant to symbolize the disconnect between how we appear on the outside and what we carry within. Clowns are often seen as symbols of joy and entertainment, but here, I wanted to use that imagery to represent the hidden emotional battles we all face.

The swirling eyes and distorted mouth reflect a sense of confusion and entrapment, as if the figure is caught in an endless performance, unable to break free from the expectations placed upon them. Through the bold colors and expressive brushstrokes, I aimed to convey the tension between the desire to seem joyful and the weight of sadness that lingers beneath the surface.

This painting is a reflection of the universal experience of hiding pain behind a smile of presenting a happy face to the world while struggling with inner turmoil. It’s about the quiet battles that often go unnoticed, the longing to feel truly understood, and the exhausting cycle of maintaining a facade.

This painting is a raw and visceral expression of human emotion. I used bold, almost violent strokes of red and orange to capture the intensity of a scream not just a sound, but an eruption of everything that burns inside. The face, stretched wide open, is less about physical likeness and more about channeling pure energy and vulnerability.

The background, with its rough textures of blue and muted tones, creates contrast a cold, almost detached space against the heat and fire of the figure. It suggests that while the world may seem indifferent, the inner storm cannot be contained.

I wanted the brushwork to feel unrestrained, almost chaotic, to let the paint itself embody rage, pain, or even liberation. The absence of fine detail forces the viewer to feel rather than analyze to confront the rawness of emotion that words cannot carry. It’s not just a portrait of a person screaming; it’s a portrait of the scream itself..

This painting feels like a journey through memory a quiet walk down a familiar yet distant street, where the past lingers in the shadows and the future glows just ahead. The lone figure, enveloped by deep blues and purples, seems to be moving forward yet carrying echoes of what was left behind.

The golden light at the end of the path is both inviting and uncertain, much like the way life pulls us toward what’s next while we glance back at where we’ve been. The expressive brushstrokes create a dreamlike quality, as if reality and memory are blending into one. It’s a reflection on nostalgia, on the roads we’ve taken, and the ones that still await us.

This painting is an exploration of texture, light, and the interplay of deep, rich blues with contrasting warm tones. I wanted to capture the feeling of looking through or beyond something a doorway, a reflection, or perhaps a memory—where forms dissolve into emotion and movement.

The bold strokes of golden yellow anchor the composition, cutting through the cool blue depths, hinting at structure—maybe an old wooden doorframe or a cityscape at night. The swirling patches of lighter blue and white suggest the reflection of the sky or even a glowing moon, adding a sense of mystery and fluidity to the piece.

I let the paint build in thick, expressive layers, allowing the brushwork to create depth and energy. The contrast between the warm, textured verticals and the cool, flowing blues creates a tension something solid meeting something intangible, like a moment suspended in time. This painting is about atmosphere, a place just out of reach, inviting the viewer to step in and interpret the story within the colors and textures.

This painting carries the feeling of memory, time, and place intertwined. The old woman on the left is not just a figure she is a presence, almost like a guardian spirit of the land. Her expression is soft, wise, and weathered, suggesting she has lived many years close to nature. She seems to blend into the earth itself, as if her body is rooted in the soil and trees around her.

Behind her, the wooden house glows warmly, a symbol of shelter and continuity. The forest rises in deep purples and blues, mysterious and almost otherworldly, reminding us that nature is vast and eternal. The sloping meadow in the center vibrates with unexpected colors greens, yellows, pinks, and blues showing that memory and emotion transform landscapes into something beyond realism.

I painted this not to capture a single scene, but to capture a feeling: the way memory reshapes reality, how people and places we love become inseparable in our minds. The house, the land, and the woman all live within one another, bound together by time, story, and spirit.

This piece is an exploration of solitude, vulnerability, and quiet strength. I painted a figure seated in contemplation, her body folded inward, arms wrapped protectively around herself. She wears a wide brimmed hat that casts a shadow across her face, concealing her expression, making her at once mysterious and universal.

The monochrome palette of greys, blacks, and whites allowed me to strip away distraction, focusing instead on contrasts of light and shadow moments where the body emerges from the darkness and then dissolves back into it. The brushstrokes are loose, textured, and sometimes almost chaotic, suggesting both intimacy and distance.

The figure’s nudity is not meant to provoke but to reveal she is unguarded, yet not exposed. The hat, a recurring motif in my work, becomes a shield here, a veil that turns the gaze inward rather than outward.

This is less a portrait of a specific woman and more a meditation on stillness, on the moments when we fold into ourselves, sheltered by our own silence, surrounded by a world that may feel both heavy and protective.