Being driven by nature as a child, I always played outside, pretending I was in another world. A world where my fantasy had the possibility to flow and be. I would spend hours observing small details in the landscape. 

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Getting older, I dug deeper into music. I started playing guitar and piano, slowly learning how sound could also become a place to escape into. I made my own music (or better, short musical samples) by using a loop station. Layer by layer, I built soundscapes with little to no lyrics, trying to get the listener into a hypnotic state, where time feels like it dissolves and something else takes over.

In those moments, I wasn’t really thinking in structure or rules, but more in atmosphere and feeling. I became interested in repetition, in subtle changes, in the idea that something small can slowly grow into an entire world of sound.

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Inspired by surrealism, I started painting in my 20s. Not having an idea before getting started, I allowed myself to simply begin and see what would happen. I played with paint, glue, wheat, mud, and other found materials, and started layering onto canvases without a clear plan. A world was created and forms were getting shaped layer by layer.

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Now I try to search for my inner child by continuing to explore the possibilities of creating world after world. Whether through sound, material, or image, I keep returning to that same feeling: getting lost in something larger myself, where imagination is not something I use, but something I enter.