Come see my work in person and meet me at ART EXPO GRAZ, 24–26 April

At Café Promenade in Graz, there is a certain art to letting a perfectly good coffee go cold while you watch the world.

I have a confession to make: I am a thief of moments. I collect the slope of a commuter’s shoulders, the sweep of a coat across the Hauptplatz, and the way sunlight moves over old buildings.

Whether people call me an illustrator or an artist doesn’t matter much to me. Mostly, I just say I paint. Sometimes my work carries a story; sometimes it holds a feeling.

Lately, I’ve been wondering how fragile those distinctions really are. When you paint not only what a place looks like, but what it feels like to stand inside it, the borders begin to blur.

So I find myself asking a fun, slightly dangerous question: what happens when these private observations leave my studio and hit a gallery wall?