For me, art doesn’t have to be deep, strange, or abstract to make an impact. I’ve never been that kind of artist. I’m not abstract in any way. What moves me is the beauty of something clear and intentional—a detailed portrait, a breathtaking landscape, or a moment frozen in time. There’s so much more to a painting than the final image. The real magic lies in the journey—from vision to creation.

I can spend all night working on a painting I know will take weeks to finish. There’s something almost sacred about being awake when the world is asleep. Everything slows down. The noise fades. It’s in those quiet hours that I find a deeper kind of focus—a space where time doesn’t exist, and there’s no pressure from the outside world. Just me, the canvas, and the rhythm of creation.

Every brushstroke tells a story. The way the paint moves, the way two colors blend, the contrast between softness and texture—it all reveals something about the artist behind it. Are the strokes smooth or wild? Is the surface gentle or textured with dry layers meeting wet ones? These little details matter deeply to me, even if they’re not obvious at first glance. They are the soul of the painting—a silent signature left behind.

I always knew I would one day live my dream and create for a living. But I never imagined my art would travel across the world, reaching people I’ve never met. I create unique paintings that celebrate life—the very first moments of it. That quiet miracle when a new life is growing inside someone. Those moments are what drive me. They make every late night and every search for perfection worth it.

Each photo I receive holds a story of its own. A memory, a future, a piece of someone’s heart. My paintings are not just images of babies—they are portraits of love, of hope, of life itself. To me, they are the beginning of a story yet to be told.