I live in NYC, a city that has revealed my energy: contradictory, complex and real. It has given me the power to create and be myself without judgment. The city is my co-author. I am inspired by its chaos, its voice, its dust. I do not depict the city literally, but it lives in every line, contrast and brushstroke. It helps me transfer my emotions to the canvas. I am a guide between the city and the canvas.
My art is born from the noise of the streets, torn posters, old walls, traces of time and emotions. I work at the intersection of photography, collage and painting — where there are no boundaries between image and feeling.
I see beauty in cracks, in worn surfaces, in layers of graffiti and random inscriptions. It is a visual trace of life.
But the city is inseparable from man for me. I include human silhouettes, fragments of bodies, blurred faces, fragments of phrases in my compositions. This is memory, an elusive presence, an inner silence against the background of external noise.
When I work, I listen to music, I dance, I feel alive. It is an act of total immersion — my special ritual. I do not always know what exactly I want to say, but every movement of the brush, every torn piece of paper is an honest imprint of my world.
My art is a search for harmony in chaos, an attempt to collect disparate fragments into something whole and alive. It is a dialogue between the city and man. Between the internal and the external. Between noise and silence. Between what disappears and what remains.
