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The sun. That's where this started. As a child, there was an emotional pull toward it — a feeling that all creative energy comes from there. Black and white lines trying to show something infinite. That feeling never left.
Butterflies don't repeat patterns. Flowers in the wild are all different. Time moves in overlapping circles. Nature became the teacher. The goal was never to copy what exists but to see what's already there — the uniqueness, the cycles, the layers.
Each painting begins with observation. A trek. A moment spent looking at how butterflies move or how flowers grow. Then imagination fills in the rest. What if these flowers existed only in the mind? What if each butterfly wing told a different story? What if time could be drawn as circles within circles?
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Five interpretations. Five reflections on the way nature moves, grows, and leaves marks on memory.
Every journey is different. Each pattern is unique. No two are the same.
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We're all caught in the web of traditions, people, and pressures. The colorful moments and the dark ones are woven together.
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These don't exist in nature. They're born from imagination. Each bloom is entirely fictional and unique.
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The source of everything. Layers within layers. Black and white capturing something eternal and infinite.
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Small circles merge into bigger ones. Every timeline has different patterns — bright, dark, emotional. All connected.
Most of the work stays in black and white. Color comes in later, if at all. The focus is on patterns and structure. That's where the story lives — in the tension between contrast, in the quiet spaces between lines.
These aren't decorations. They're reflections of how nature works. Each piece tries to show something real about life, time, and the world around us. The more you look, the more you see.