Home
Home is not a place.
It lives between the body and the world around it.
All my life, home has been in motion. Living abroad for many years, moving from one place to another more times than I can recall, it slowly became something I carry within me. Not being able to return to my homeland
does not create distance…it brings it closer. More present. More layered.
A quiet contradiction I live with.
In this series, I explore this feeling step by step following it as it slowly reveals itself on the canvas. These works move in the space where inside and outside meet in light, in stillness, in the surface of the skin. Home is not something fixed. It is something you return to.
Where is home? A country, a house, a piece of soil? Is it something we possess or something we carry beneath the skin?
Where I begin - Oil on panel - 50x70 - 2026
Where I begin - Oil on panel - 50x70 - 2026
Where I begin - Oil on panel - 50x70 - 2026
Where I begin - Oil on panel - 50x70 - 2026
Where I begin - Oil on panel - 50x70 - 2026
Where I begin - Oil on panel - 50x70 - 2026
Where I belong - Oil on canvas - 50 x 70 cm - 2026
Where I belong - Oil on canvas - 50 x 70 cm - 2026
Where I feel - Oil on canvas - 50 x 70 cm - 2026
Where I feel - Oil on canvas - 50 x 70 cm - 2026
Where I glow - Oil on canvas - 50 x 70 cm - 2026
Where I glow - Oil on canvas - 50 x 70 cm - 2026
Where I return - Oil on canvas - 50 x 70 cm - 2026
Where I return - Oil on canvas - 50 x 70 cm - 2026
where i begin
here
at the edge of my skin
the world ends
and i begin
not with my name
not with my story
but here
where i touch
myself
for the first time
where i belong
i searched for home
in arms
in rooms
in eyes that saw me
until i stood still
and heard
here
this is where i live
where i feel
don’t touch me
to hold me
touch me
so i know
i am here
because beneath this skin
lives everything
i cannot say
where i glow
i don’t need
to stand in the light
it is already in me
beneath my skin
behind my ribs
something refuses
to go dark
look
i glow
where i return
i went far
to find myselfopened doors
left bodies
believed in other worlds
and still
every road
leads me back
to here
to this body
my first home
my final home
