Journal

The Sound That Found Me  Many people asked me why i draw bells? It began in Florence. I had been living there for a while, walking the stone streets, wandering aimlessly, letting the city guide me....

The quiet transformation that happens when we create I never set out to make art that heals. But over time, I realized the act of creating—of sitting with silence, of letting something inside me t...

Ink, memory, and the architecture of emotion Since I first learned to draw, I’ve drawn faces. I don’t know why. They appeared without invitation — one after another, as if born from each other. So...