Color, Memory & Desire: The Quiet Mystery of Making Art

Listening To Love Behind The Scenes In My Parisian Studio

Some days, painting feels like prayer. Other days, like pulling teeth. Lately, my studio has felt less like a workspace and more like a listening chamber—where color, memory, and desire speak in whispers.

I spend an hour painting and several more just watching. Waiting. Wondering. Noticing what love might look like—on canvas, and in life.