Where memory becomes art
I live in Vancouver, but my soul is spread out across many places. A Moscow apartment, where snowflakes once fell through a streetlamp’s glow, the streets of New York and the orange cones of Montreal.
Part of me is still in Paris, the one I never lived in, but imagined. Imagined throughout all my other lives, as if it was more real. I was always painting. I lived in a basement apartment and waited tables to afford my dreams. I had nothing, and yet I was more myself than I have ever been.
Each place shaped me, and all of them still live in my work - the memories, the longing, the joy of creating.
Teaching the art of seeing deeply
I have been painting since 7th grade and teaching art since 2015.
I meet children and adults in the in-between hours of ordinary days: for after school art programs, in drawing and watercolour workshops for adults who have forgotten how to see.
All of us are born with the impulse to create, but soon the world teaches us to distrust our own hands.
I have made it my mission to offer a small window, a breath of freedom, where the drawings need not explain themselves.
My roots are in the old ways, but what I truly pass on is not a technique. It is permission. Permission to feel more deeply. To make marks that mean something. To come home to yourself.
