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A light, a tension, a held breath. Something returns, shifts angle, deepens, until it exists.
Digital painting is my language… The line settles, colour opens, nuance insists. Time weaves into the details, and when the image becomes presence, it becomes trace.
From one collection to the next, the atmosphere shifts. Some works arrive like certainties, others ask for a little distance, then return. And one understands, without explanation, what has settled in.
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