Art was always there — it was simply part of how I moved through
the world. Then life intervened, the way it does. Critical voices,
practical pressures, the quiet convincing that making art wasn't a
real thing to do. For years, creativity found other channels —
brand work, yoga practice, guiding movement, organising retreats.
The body stayed in it even when the brush didn't.
Then came motherhood. And with it, an unexpected return — not
nostalgia, but necessity.
Born in Austria and now living in Ericeira, Portugal, I work in
acrylic ink and acrylic on canvas, building surfaces through
layering — adding oil pastel, palette knife, whatever the painting
asks for. My technique is inspired by the Taoist principle of
water: non-resistance, flow, the way things find their shape
without force. I don't plan my way to a finished painting. I feel
my way there.
Nature is my constant source. Bark after rain, mycelium, light
cycling through seasons, botanical dreamscapes somewhere between
observation and imagination. My practice is rooted in abstraction,
but always anchored to something real — an emotion, a memory, a
moment in nature. The work invites viewers into a sensory dialogue
with the natural world, where colour, texture, and gesture speak
before words do.
These paintings are made to live with. Not to be resolved at a
glance, but returned to.
