I love to paint ‘en plein air’, outdoors in nature and when I’m traveling. The process of painting is very intuitive, and the colors, texture, the emotion, discovering & interpreting surrounding inspire me. Color is often one of the most exciting components in my paintings.

Walking in Marrakesh is eye time for me. Seeing a world full of colors. Food for my soul.

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Cherry blossoms, so beautiful and tender.
Saku; to bloom, to smile.

Tiny pink petals unfolding in the air,
as if the world is learning gentleness again.

Little flowers woven softly through her hair,
like spring itself choosing to linger there.

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This painting is a memory,
of a feeling, of Asia and flowers,
of life itself.

Wild blossoms on cotton,
woven with time and colour,
like loose threads in people —
not perfect, but full of life.

I love flowers
when they have passed their peak,
when they gently bow their heads
and still leave something beautiful behind.

This painting carries that presence,
a quiet reminder that everything changes,
and within that change, there is grace.

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In Asia flowers have a deeper meaning, and the Frangipani flower is considered as an essence from nature that brings enlightenment and kindness. There are so many frangipani trees in our neighborhood here in Bandung.

Every morning, very early, when the air is still fresh, we make a walk, and I love to collect the fallen flowers.

There are some things, that just smell so good: coffee, jasmin, orange blossoms, and frangipani flowers.

This painting is a lovely memory of my love for Java and frangipani flowers.

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The evening sky casts a dusty pink light across the scene, soft and muted, like a faded filter.

The palm trees stand tall in the glow, their edges blurred by the warmth.

It's quiet. The kind of stillness that makes the ordinary feel unreal.

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Beautiful Siroua,
a place of magical memories,
hidden in a beautiful village far away in the Atlas Mountains.

Breathtaking roads
with panoramic views of villages
and fields where women worked
with quiet strength. Her gaze holds the beauty of this land, its warmth, resilience, and timeless spirit.

I captured her eyes in this painting,
a moment I will always carry with me.
Now we say goodbye,
but I promise you: I will return.

I always come back.

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Trees are magical, holding stories within their branches.\n\nPainted with ink made from tree bark, they whisper the quiet language of nature.\n\nA simple reminder of the beauty that surrounds us.

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Palms whispering,
their leaves sway slow,
a gentle sea breeze
begins to blow.

The sky is warm
in golden glow,
so peaceful as the sun sinks low.

And with it comes
a silent vow,
that tomorrow brings
a fresh new now.

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It was sunset in a small village in India, where life moved in a gentle, timeless rhythm.

Buffaloes returned from the fields, dust glowing in the golden light, while women cooked over open fires and children played in the street.

Three women noticed me and smiled, inviting me in for chai. Inside, we shared tea, laughter, and quiet curiosity, just women together in a moment of ease.

Rising Sun,
a memory of warmth, connection, and the simple beauty of being welcomed in.

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Colorful joy,
inspired by my love of color.

Color is so powerful, it sets the mood for the story I'm telling through my art.

I use color very intuitive, I do not start with a color palette, but start painting directly, I am fearless when it comes to color.

"Color is a power which directly influences the soul" by Wassily Kandinsky

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