For a long time, I didn’t think of myself as a brave person. But there was always something in me that wanted more. This is the story of how red began to appear in my work—and what it came to represent.

A reflective piece on radical optimism — holding both the heaviness of life and a quiet, honest sense of hope through art, creativity and everyday moments.

One of the strangest and most beautiful things about making art is that sometimes you don’t fully understand what you’re doing while you’re doing it. You simply follow what feels right. Certain colours return. Certain shapes appear again and again. You paint them because something inside you says yes, even if you couldn’t explain why. For me, red and blue have always been those colours. I’ve tried to step away from them at times, wondering if something softer or more neutral