My journey with art is deeply entwined with my path through loss and longing. As a child, I was surrounded by art—my mother, an art lover, filled my world with museum visits and stories of masterpieces. But I never believed I had any talent myself. She was also an avid gardener, her hands always tending to something vibrant and blooming.

After losing both of my parents to cancer and facing my own struggles with infertility, painting became my refuge—a way to transform grief into something luminous. With each brushstroke, I find connection—to the earth, to what has been lost, and to what is yet to bloom. It is this act of creation, this quiet communion with color and nature, that brings me immense joy.