When I paint women, I paint My women. Strong women in a broken world. Not their faces, but their essence. Not a singular narrative, but a collective universal pulse of womanhood echoing through complex, fractured terrains. These are women who inhabit their space fully and authentically, their presence undeniable even as their faces blur into abstraction. Quietly confident, with an unwavering sense of self that neither seeks nor requires external validation. Their eyes remain unseen, yet their gaze often finds you—not as a challenge or a cry for recognition, but as a calm, fearless meeting of selves.

They stand at the crossroads of abstraction and impression, of the seen and the felt.

I know that those to whom my work speaks have poetry in their soul, in their very way of moving through the world.

To paint these women is to honour those who see themselves reflected in the brushstrokes, who walk through the world with that same quiet confidence. My collectors and my painted women are bound by a shared resonance—a celebration of presence, of being, and of inhabiting one's truth fully, authentically, and without compromise.

This body of work has been a journey—one where I allowed myself to play, to push and pull between figuration and abstraction, between bold colour and subtle, almost monochrome palettes, letting instinct take over. Some pieces hold onto form, while others dissolve into something more ephemeral, yet all are threaded together by an unspoken language of quiet, resilient strength.