The beauty in the natural world has always fascinated me. The branching of rivers. the spirals of storms. the rhythm of growth and decay. Fractal, organic, imperfect.
there is a pull towards it, something that holds my gaze, and doesn’t let it slip.
what makes it that way?
How is it able to hold me there, at its will?
Such questions and this fascination have led me on a journey of trying to capture that feeling of surrealism i encounter when i look at anything organic.
My Journey started in 2018 and ive ALWAYS been fascinated by realism, and maybe one dAy paint something which makes you feel like that's what you would see with your own eyes, the depth, the subtleties in color, the richness… in that process, i have somehow stumbled into my own style, blenDing realism and fantasy. where whatever i create is a product of memory and my IMAGINATION.
The natural world doesn’t separate feeling from form, and neither does my work.
It’s all part of the same unfolding.
