It feels like there is some sort of magic in the air when I'm in Paris. Maybe it's the artist of times past that have lived and breathed in that same place. Or maybe it's the sheer amount of art I am exposed to while visiting, the seemingly endless museums and galleries to visit. Possibly though it’s the way I slow down and smell the flowers.
A piece from my second solo exhibition for SALA Festival 2026, exploring a European journey, where light, architecture, and landscape drift through time
Oil on canvas, framed
48×48cm
It feels like there is some sort of magic in the air when I'm in Paris. Maybe it's the artist of times past that have lived and breathed in that same place. Or maybe it's the sheer amount of art I am exposed to while visiting, the seemingly endless museums and galleries to visit. Possibly though it’s the way I slow down and smell the flowers.
A piece from my second solo exhibition for SALA Festival 2026, exploring a European journey, where light, architecture, and landscape drift through time
Oil on canvas, framed
48×48cm
