In recent years, I've been intensely interested in the body—its forms, shadows, skin, and everything that clings to it. Previously, my art was characterized by a desire for control, for technical perfection. I worked hyperrealistically, working out every detail, almost as if I wanted to wrest the truth from reality.

But at some point, something changed. Maybe it was life. Maybe it was my inner self finally wanting more space.

Today, I work more freely, more rawly, more honestly. I leave lines open, colors flow, and allow the unfinished to be visible. I no longer paint just to show something, but to feel something.

The bodies that are now emerging are no longer exact—they are intuitive. They speak not only of skin and surface, but of what lies beneath: memory, healing, pain, closeness, change.

The blue flowers that appear repeatedly in this series carry a meaning that is deeply connected to me. I still keep them private. But they are at the center of this work—like silent witnesses to an inner journey.

This new series is called Where the Flowers Grew.
And it's perhaps the most honest thing I've done so far.