The soul has been given its own ears to hear things the mind does not understand.  [Rumi]



After pencils, oils were my first love. Their creaminess delights me; their willingness to play well together makes it fun. Then give me a sky, a voluptuous pear, a rounded vessel, a path to nowhere – and they’ll most likely find their way onto my canvas. If not purely imagined, these paintings are a combination of reality, recollection and inner vision.