In The Next Life

I rarely know what I will paint next, or even what style it will take. I don’t plan it. I don’t overthink it. I simply follow the current and trust where it carries me. Sometimes I remain within a series for a while, staying with it until it has said everything it needs to say. Then, without warning, comes the urge to leap—into something entirely unexpected, often far outside the familiar. That’s how my creative process works: instinct first, direction later.

Over the years, I’ve been told many times that I must have been a painter in a past life. I never gave that idea much weight. But as I grow older, I find myself returning to it with a quiet smile, wondering if perhaps it’s true. And if it is, I hope—with all my heart—that in the next life, I’ll be one again.