This is my first self-portrait, painted over two years — because I needed time to grow into it, i’ve painted the canvas twice before starting my face.

Creating a language of symbolic visual somewhere between , metaphor and emotional memory.

I do believe we are our memories consciously or not. They are the data and symbols in which we build our own narrative and values. And throughout time it may change or grow to other symbols or even perhaps rituals.

The red window frame is drawn from a memory, as are most of the objects surrounding it - act like remnants of lived experience, floating between dream and clarity.

The painting is divided tonally: the left side carries a heavier energy and warnings. The right side leans toward renewal, and presence. In the middle, I appear — or rather, a version of me — suspended in the threshold between those two forces, inside and out.

This painting is both a door and a mirror. It tries to capture not just a likeness, but a state of being — suspended in between stories, emotions, and the pressure of time. It is not a conclusion, but a beginning.

90x120 cm acrylic on canvas