Where I come alive

A year ago, in a time when I had run completely empty, I asked myself: what do I love to do, just for me? My whole life had gone into music and my work with voice. I realised I had no hobbies.

I was always the one lingering in art shops. Looking at the paper, the paint, the brushes, wanting to know how, and never daring to begin.

So I signed up for a painting course. A few lessons in, something clicked, and I simply started painting what I felt like painting.

I come alive in front of the canvas, in a way I still don't have words for. These are my first paintings, and I'm glad you're here at the beginning.