I painted light, not objects.
What mattered was the moment — and how it changed.
The same scene, never the same twice.

I chased atmosphere.
Fog, water, sky — always shifting, always unfinished.
Detail dissolved into feeling.

I painted the same places again and again.
Not from repetition, but obsession.
Time was my true subject.

My garden became my studio.
Water lilies became infinity.
Vision faded. Painting didn’t.

This profile is curated in tribute — to patience, perception, and the quiet power of seeing deeply.

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