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Learning how to paint the sky has taught me something very important.

The sky doesn’t need to be copied.
It doesn’t need to look like the photograph.
It doesn’t need to be explained or controlled.

When we paint it, it become

Maybe this year has already felt hard.
Maybe it hasn’t unfolded the way you hoped it would.

When I feel like that, I look to nature.
The way the sky keeps opening.
The way the sea keeps breathing in and out.
The way light appears, quietl

Sometimes, when I’m painting, the whole canvas doesn’t need to be filled.
There is space left untouched.
Breathing space.

I think life is a little like that too.

By the end of January, the year can already feel full.
Full of expe

As January begins to soften, I often notice what we’re left holding once the rush has passed.

What remains after the expectations, the noise, the effort of starting again.

For me, it always comes back to two things.
Hope.
And love.

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Forgiving

In the soft light of the afternoon, forgiveness feels effortless — like sunlight warming the edges of a day.

This painting holds that feeling for me: gentle, open, full of colour and calm.

Forgiveness, after all, isn’t

Studio moments — colour studies, early sketches, and small beginnings.

I love this part of the process: where ideas are still fluid, edges are soft, and anything feels possible. It’s a time for play and curiosity — letting colour

Angel

One morning, there it was — or maybe he, maybe she — an angel of sorts.

Soft, playful, a little bit cheeky. Appearing out of nowhere and inviting me to join in, to let go of the serious, to paint with joy and a light heart.

Afternoons on the balcony at the residency in France — sunlight, birdsong, and the slow rhythm of a small village day.

Between conversations and cups of coffee, ideas drift in like the breeze. This is the kind of stillness where art begins &

Without Words

In my art, I hope to create tangible works that speak without words — pieces that carry emotion, memory, and energy in their very surface.

Art, to me, is a way of communicating what can’t be said — a way of touch

After the Storm

Walking along the beach the morning after the storm, everything feels pulled wide open.
The air is fresh, the horizon raw — the world somehow both fragile and vast.

It will take time to soften again.

With love,
Kira