Beauty nourishes the soul, which is why we must embrace it,  cherish it, and allow it to accompany us in life…

The idea of this collection, although still in its infancy, stirs within me a vision: the paintings must convey atmosphere and  stir the very air they inhabit.  The essence of the work is not to bring the viewer inward into its world, but the very opposite, to spill forth from the canvas, to pour itself beyond the edges of the frame and into the space, suffusing the room with the richness of its being. I hope that when one steps into its presence, the very atmosphere hums with life. The air should thicken with the vibrancy of color, its depth reaching into the soul and lingering long after the eyes have turned away.

 ANNA KARENINA  -   200 x 220 cm

DAPHNE DU MAURIER  -  195 x 270 cm

ORLANDO  (Reign of Elizabeth I )  - 200 x 220 cm

JANE BARLOW   - 200 x 220 cm

MARY SETON WATTS  - 200 x 170 cm

BATHSHEBA EVERDENE  -  195 x 270 cm 

EMILIE BARRINGTON  -  200 x 270 cm

LIN HUIYIN  -  200 x 220 cm

ANNA MARIA LUISA DE' MEDICI  -  200 x 150 cm

JANE EYRE  -  200 x 130 cm

Early Thoughts…

Each painting carries with it an intention singular in its purpose—to evoke a kind of lush exuberance, a fullness that feels as though a garden is in full, unrestrained bloom. I desire the room to quiver with the breath of the painting, to feel as though the flowers within it are not merely painted forms but living beings, reaching out, their scent filling the air, thickening it with perfume.

The landscape likewise must not rest within the boundaries of the canvas. The horizon must stretch beyond itself, and in the stillness, one might hear the soft trill of birdsong, the whisper of wings, the rustling of leaves, the shiver of a breeze through the air.

But it is not nature alone that I wish to convey, nor the portraiture of a figure. What I long to capture is the lingering mystery of a scene, a silence so thick it seems laden with untold stories. The very air of the room should tremble with the profusion of scent. The golden sunsets in the distance should bleed softly into the room itself, casting a warm glow upon the furniture, the floor, the very breath of the air. One should feel the weight of the April breeze as it sweeps through the space—chill against the skin, heavy with the scent of fresh earth, rustling of leaves, the whole pulsating to a haunting and serene heart beat.

What I desire is to conjure a mood, a sublime atmosphere, not merely to capture a scene. The painting is no longer an object to behold; it becomes the room, and in that union, the ambience grows thick, laden with emotion. Truly my aim is for the very walls to tremble with the painting’s life, its presence pulsating with an energy so dense, so profound, that it stirs the deepest recesses of one’s soul.

But despite all the above, placing aside my recital of idealized thoughts, my relentless endeavour to create works that entwine themselves into the fabric of a home’s soul:  there is only one relevant question that you must ask yourself: does the painting touch your heart and awaken the flutter of butterflies at the pit of your stomach…? 

With this final question to consider, I shall for the present time, leave the written form of expression and return to my cardinal medium, the pot of paint, that expresses its will through the brush, and carries me forth to the next creation, impatiently awaiting its birth.