When I paint, I am entirely myself.

Painting is the language through which I express what cannot be said in words.

Old walls fascinate me.
Their many layers of paint tell of people who have come and gone.
They carry time, change and memories within them.
Every layer of paint, every crack, every mark tells a story.

I do not see walls as architectural elements.
I see them as carriers of memory, as silent witnesses to human presence.

My works emerge in layers – through paint, drips, wear and scratches.
Nothing is concealed. The process remains visible and becomes part of the work itself.

I do not seek perfection. I seek what is real.
Human beings are not perfect, but unique.
In the same way, each of my works is one of a kind.
No painting is ever repeated.

My signature is not my name.
It is a red circle – a stamp made of paint that never appears exactly the same twice.

I want each painting to seize the viewer immediately, while leaving space for a deeply personal connection.

With my own hands, I transformed an abandoned garden house into my studio.

This is where The Black Labrador Project was born.
My personal cosmos.
A world that grows, one work at a time.

Everything I am, I leave on the canvas.

Every painting that leaves my studio continues on its own journey.
It finds its person and becomes part of their life.

The Black Labrador Project