My paintings are chaotic symphonies, tangled poems born from obsession and passion—wild reflections of my restless heart. Self-taught and fiercely queer, I worship the faces of people I admire reconstructing their images until their essence pulses vividly through my brushstrokes. Lines like stitches, spirals, dots, scribbled truths: my canvases are places where desire and loneliness collide, and where I openly drown in the infinite beauty of women that appear in my life. Colours roar louder than my silences; words twist through pigments, a visual poetry shouting my vulnerability and longing. Painting is how I immortalise love, desire, and the exquisite agony of being.

Each portrait becomes a desperate attempt to hold onto the beauty and complexity of those I admire, to weave their existence intricately into my own life. I dismantle their bodies, piecing them back together, guided by intuition, emotion, and an intense yearning to know them intimately. My sexuality breathes life into every stroke, every colour choice, exposing both passion and solitude through intricate mark-making and unapologetic textual expressions. My work reveals my raw emotional landscape—capturing the fevered whispers of my heart and the unspoken, relentless ache of my soul.