This series of paintings is a form of nostalgia.
My nostalgia — for student years, for studying academic painting, for the beginning of my practice.The beginning I remember is made of dull, obligatory set-ups with plaster heads, of compromises, of not always the best angles — and that visceral fear of satin drapery.
But also — of tricks and keen observation, of sketching everything that moved (and didn’t), of light summer studies and the quiet camaraderie of plein air.
Now, I allow myself to look freely — at the object, the light, and, certainly, the color.To assemble a still life out of real and imagined things and plants.To invite my slightly naive characters to a picture.
I build still lifes like small fantasies, grounding your perception in lived experience.
Nothing here is written by chance.