Home is not a place
My home lives somewhere 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 has slowly shifted from something outside of me into something I carry within.
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 stay with that feeling. Step by step, I follow it not trying to define it, but allowing it to reveal itself on the canvas.
These works exist in the in-between. Where inside and outside blur.
Where light touches the body, and the body becomes a place.
So where is home? is it a country, a house, a piece of soil…
or something that lives under the skin?
From the series HOME IN MY SKIN
Oil on canvas | 50 × 70 cm | Original artwork, 2026
—
i went far
to find myself
opened 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
From the series HOME IN MY SKIN
Oil on canvas | 50 × 70 cm | Original artwork, 2026
—
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
From the series HOME IN MY SKIN
Oil on canvas - 50 × 70 cm - Original artwork, 2026
—
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
From the series HOME IN MY SKIN
Oil on canvas | 50 × 70 cm | Original artwork, 2026
—
don’t touch me
to hold me
touch me
so i know
i am here
because beneath this skin
lives everything
i cannot say
From the series HOME IN MY SKIN
Oil on canvas | 50 × 70 cm | Original artwork, 2026
—
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