What colour is your soul?
I don’t know.
Does it show on my feathers?
I don’t know.
Can you see my aura?
I don’t know.
When I speak, what colours are my words?
This I know.
I know that when you are full of poetry,
Every word you write
Is pulled from the spectrum
Of the rainbow
As if you are in a hue storm
Searching for the perfect shade
In a limited language
To convey
Your heart.
Impossible.
I work at the intersection of art, design, and the built environment. My professional life has been shaped by architecture, real estate strategy, and design leadership, helping organizations imagine places that are humane, purposeful, and enduring. Alongside this work, I am an artist and writer, using painting and poetry to explore emotion, memory, and the interior life that often sits just beneath professional roles.
This dual perspective informs my curatorial practice. I work with clients, institutions, and private collectors to thoughtfully select, position, and contextualize art within architectural and workplace environments. My approach is narrative-driven and spatially aware, attentive to how art is experienced over time and how it contributes to atmosphere, identity, and meaning.
Rabbits appear frequently in my own art. They are not symbols of whimsy, but of sensitivity, vigilance, fragility, and resilience. They are self-portraits. Through them, I explore pause, protection, and the quiet intelligence required to navigate complex worlds.
My creative practice and professional work are not separate. Each informs the other. Strategy sharpens my art; art softens my strategy. Both are rooted in curiosity, care, and an enduring belief that how we design - whether spaces, systems, or stories - shapes how we live.
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Almost every painting I create is accompanied by a poem. There simply aren’t enough hours in a day, or pages on a website, to share them all. Hundreds of poems live across my digital landscape, with many more tucked into an ever-growing trail of notebooks.
I believe poetry is far from dead. It remains a living language of reflection, a tribute to emotion, memory, and beauty. I hope there are still people who feel its quiet pull.
For a glimpse into this part of my work, navigate to my Poetry page.