Art does not travel with volume, but with presence. It crosses borders without touching them; it finds its place wherever people are willing to feel.
My works have followed this path; from quiet studios into galleries and exhibition spaces around the world.
The pieces from my Ocean Arts Collection have been exhibited in Monaco, Zurich, Dubai, Palma de Mallorca, Grenada, Barcelona and Berlin; they speak of depth and lightness; of fragility and hope; of that silent dialogue between humanity and the ocean that speaks one universal language.
In Milan, a work from my Aura Collection was shown; Line of Light – a meeting between illumination and awareness; between movement and inner calm.
In Hong Kong, the Pure Collection presented The Unspoken; a homage to authenticity; to beauty without staging; to the quiet power of what remains unsaid.
In Paris, Childhood Dream Forest from the Silence Collection was exhibited; a vivid echo of our childhood; a remembrance of the moment when imagination still knew no boundaries.
And in New York City, at the Artiade – Olympics of Art, my work became part of a global dialogue; between cultures, visions and emotions.
Each of these cities has given my art a distinct resonance; from the stillness of Monaco to the pulse of New York; from the clarity of Zurich to the warmth of the Caribbean.
What unites them is not style or form, but emotion; the shared language of stillness, movement and truth.
Ocean ARTS
A work about fragility, courage – and the quiet wonder of a new beginning.
It was in the Maldives, at the house reef of Sun Island.
I was diving, alone, breathing slowly just beneath the surface.
And then she appeared — my first deep encounter with a green sea turtle. No spectacle. No sound. Just gentle movement. A slow, graceful glide.
A being that felt older than time. And yet so alive, so dignified. That moment stayed with me. And it became the heart of Birth of Ocean Life.
In this piece, a tiny sea turtle hatches from a glowing, turquoise nest. Its shell shimmers with delicate golden lines — like the very first rays of morning light. It is small. Yet so full of strength. Every glance, every movement speaks of wonder, of hope, of the quiet courage it takes to enter the unknown.
But this artwork is more than a captured moment. It’s a message. Because every year, thousands of sea turtles fight for survival — threatened by plastic waste, warming seas, and disappearing habitats.
What I wanted to hold onto was not just the birth of a creature — but the reminder of how precious, how fragile, and how deeply worth protecting this life truly is.
Birth of Ocean Life is my love letter to the ocean. And to those who call it home. I hope this image touches you — and reminds you that each of us can make a difference. Before all we love becomes just a memory.
📍 This exact artwork will be exhibited at:
16 June – 29 June 2025 – Expo Metro, Barcelona, Spain
01 July – 31 July 2025 – NICOLETA GALLERY, Berlin
Ocean ARTS
A work about beauty, loss – and the question of how much we’re still able to feel before there’s nothing left.
I have admired sharks my entire life. Even as a child, I was mesmerized by them – in books, in films, and eventually, in real life: underwater. They were never monsters to me. They were perfection. Every movement precise. No sound. No fear. Just presence.
And today, whenever I dive with them, it still feels like time stops.As if I’m meeting a being that understands balance more deeply than we ever will.
But these silent masters of the sea – they are disappearing.
Not quietly. Not naturally. But through our greed. For a few fins. For soup. For power. Millions. Every single year.
I created Machines of the Seas because I couldn’t let go of this one thought: What if one day we only see sharks in museums, on screens, or as artificial replicas? Flawlessly engineered. But lifeless.
A robot shark. A technical masterpiece – and at the same time, a monument to our failure. In this piece, golden gears, metallic lines, and deep blue-gold currents fuse into a creature that looks like a shark, but no longer is one. It still holds the form – but not the spirit.
And that’s exactly what I wanted to show: What happens if we keep destroying blindly? What remains if we only imitate what we’ve already erased?
Sharks are not just important – they are essential. Without them, the fragile balance of the oceans collapses. And if the sea dies, our foundation dies with it.
No sharks – no balance. No ocean – no humanity.
Machines of the Seas is my visual echo of that truth.
It’s not just an artwork. It is pain. A warning. And maybe – a last attempt to make you feel how precious what we are losing truly is.
📍 This piece will be exhibited from:
July 1–31, 2025 at CASA DEL ARTE in Palma de Mallorca.
Ocean ARTS
A work about grace within greatness – and the quiet awe of a moment that stays forever.
It was on Oʻahu, one afternoon on the island’s western shore. I sat barefoot in the sand, eyes resting on the horizon, when I saw them: whales. Again and again, their powerful breaths broke the ocean’s surface, as if the sea was quietly speaking. I could hardly believe it – seeing them there, wild, alive, immense.
A year later, I found myself in the water with a whole whale family. They moved past me, calm and unhurried, fully at home in their world. I remember the moment one of them glided by – no sound, just water, light, breath. It felt like time had paused. That encounter changed something in me. And it’s never let me go.
Golden Fins is my attempt to capture that deep stillness. The whale in this piece moves through a flowing composition of deep blue, emerald, and gold. Not for decoration – but as an expression of the energy that surrounds it. The golden elements tell of connection – between being, ocean, and movement. They reflect something sacred: the silence from which all life begins.
To me, whales are not just majestic creatures. They are memory. Power. Story. And a call to consciousness. Because even now, in 2025, whales are still being hunted – brutally, senselessly, under the guise of tradition or profit. It breaks my heart that we, as humans, fail to protect what is so clearly worth saving.
With this piece, I want to remind us. Of what we stand to lose if we keep turning away. And of what we might preserve – if we choose to listen.
📍 This piece will be exhibited from:
August 20–24, 2025 at SWISSARTEXPO in Zürich
September 19–21, 2025 at The Monaco International Art Fair, Monaco
Ocean ARTS
A work about lightness, freedom – and the quiet elegance of a moment that stays forever.
I remember the day as if it were yesterday. It was in the Maldives, during my final Open Water Diver exam. I was focused, calm but alert – somewhere between excitement and stillness – when I slowly turned around. Something dark was approaching.
It came closer. Bigger. More majestic with every second.
And in that moment, everything inside me became completely still. And then it passed by me – a manta ray. Weightless. Gentle. Enormous. As if the ocean itself had decided to take shape for just one breath in time. A magical moment that etched itself deeply into my heart.
Dance of Ocean is my attempt to capture that exact magic.The manta in this piece glides through a radiant sea of colors and golden accents. Its wings move like a dance – not hurried, not forced, but in perfect harmony with the current.
It becomes one with the ocean, part of something far greater.
A symbol of freedom, of harmony – and of the playful soul of the sea. Because mantas aren’t just gentle and elegant – they are also curious and playful. They dance with the flow, spin in circles, and remind us that lightness is not the absence of depth –
but the presence of trust. Trust in life. In the moment. In the ocean itself.
To me, the manta ray is a messenger. A being that shows us how beautiful lightness can be. How much emotion can live in silence. And how life below the surface pulses with color, movement, and fragile wonder.
With this piece, I want to draw attention to a world full of motion and brilliance – and to how important it is to protect that world. Because if we lose what lives down there, we lose a kind of magic no language could ever describe.
Dance of Ocean is my reverence for the sea. And a quiet wish that generations to come may still witness this dance.
📍 This piece will be exhibited from:
August 1–31, 2025 at Art Bar Grenada Gallery, Grenada, Caribbean
Ocean ARTS
A work about freedom, courage, and the power to protect what cannot be replaced.
It was one of those moments you never forget. Miles offshore, in the open waters near Mauritius, I encountered a whale family. Underwater. Eye to eye. I watched as a calf nursed from its mother — a moment so peaceful, so intimate, so full of grace that it etched itself into my soul.
That encounter gave birth to this piece:
“Guardian of Freedom” – a visual tribute to the beauty and fragility of ocean life.
Inspired by the life’s work of Paul Watson, whose unwavering courage and commitment to whale and ocean conservation has shaped generations.
The whale in this artwork breaks through the darkness, surrounded by golden and fiery energy – a symbol of power, freedom, and the unstoppable rhythm of life.
The vibrant colors represent not only the passion and urgency with which Paul Watson and his allies fight for our oceans – but also a warning. A reflection of rising sea temperatures, quietly but relentlessly transforming marine ecosystems.
This is not just an environmental issue – it is a crisis of connection, a call to remember where we came from.
This artwork is my tribute to Paul Watson – and to those who refuse to look away.
📍 This exact artwork will be exhibited at:
01 July – 31 July 2025 – ANDAKULOVA GALLERY, Dubai
20 August – 24 August 2025 – ARTBOX.PROJECT Zürich 7.0
Aura
When three auras meet – without a single word.
It wasn’t the architecture that touched me first.
Nor the sea.
It was something quieter – a feeling. Subtle, unforced, but instantly present.
The city felt alive, almost proud in its colors.
Buildings like emotions, each hue a different chapter.
You could sense life moving through its narrow streets – voices echoing, hands working, hearts colliding.
And yet, there was no noise. No chaos. Just a rare kind of harmony that exists only when a place has nothing left to prove – only presence.
The sea mirrored that same intention.
Still. Clear. Not a ripple.
It didn’t try to impress, only to hold.
It reflected the city gently, as if trying to protect it – as if the water itself understood the fragility of beauty when no one is watching.
And then, she stood there.
A woman in black.
Not apart from the scene – but suspended within it.
Not in contrast – but in between.
As if she wasn’t simply placed in this world, but imagined by it. A thought the city was quietly thinking.
She didn’t move. She didn’t seem lost.
In fact, she appeared connected to everything – to the soft shadows of the walls, the silence of the water, and the atmosphere that hung in the space like an invisible thread.
I wondered for a long time whether she was even real.
But maybe that’s her aura:
to exist without needing proof.
To be there – as presence, not as person.
Just like the city.
Just like the sea.
Just like all things that stay, even when they’ve already moved on.
Line of Light is my attempt to reveal that quiet agreement –
between place, person, and atmosphere.
Between what shines and what holds still.
It’s not a portrait of a woman.
It’s a portrait of balance, barely seen, but deeply felt.
📍 This exact artwork will be exhibited from:
September 12–26, 2025 at “Art Walkway – 6th Edition”, Galleria Cael, Milan, Italy
Aura
A presence that lingers – even after the moment fades.
It was a fleeting moment.
No words. No spectacle. No eye contact.
And yet, everything shifted the second he appeared.
The noise of the surroundings seemed to blur, and for an instant, the world narrowed its focus onto him alone.
He didn’t move to be seen. He didn’t try to impress.
There was no performance, no pretense – just pure composure, quiet confidence, and a presence that spoke louder than sound.
His silhouette cut through the softness of the scene like a precise line, as if the light itself knew where it belonged.
I didn’t watch him out of curiosity.
It was something else – a stillness that surfaced inside me.
Not admiration. Not awe.
More like a subtle shift within.
Like being reminded, without warning, of what it means to be completely at ease with who you are. No mask. No role. No noise.
This artwork is my attempt to hold onto that moment.
To give form to that kind of silent gravity – the kind that doesn’t ask for attention but leaves a mark nonetheless.
Not because of what is said, but because of what is felt when certain people simply walk by.
📍 This exact artwork will be exhibited from:
September 19–21, 2025 at Monaco International Art Fair, Monaco, Principality of Monaco
Pure
True beauty doesn’t need words – only presence.
Sometimes I encounter a moment that is quieter than any thought – and yet more powerful than any spoken word. This artwork was born in exactly such an instant. A glance, a posture, a feeling of authenticity that defies explanation. You don’t understand it. You feel it.
The woman in the piece is not staged. She is not decorated, not loud, not trying to be someone. She simply is. Draped in softness, almost sculptural, she turns away – not out of shyness, but out of strength. Her silence is not a retreat, but a statement. A quiet “I am.”
The apple at her feet recalls something primal – temptation and innocence at once. And yet, nothing in this scene feels artificial. It’s as if everything aligned by itself – the circle in the background, the composition, the colors. Like an inner balance made visible.
To me, this work represents a new kind of courage. Not the loud or demonstrative kind – but the quiet, grounded one. The courage not to follow when the world spins faster. The courage not to mask yourself – literally and metaphorically. The courage to be enough as you are.
📍 This exact artwork will be exhibited from:
December 5–11, 2025 at “Expo Metro”, Hennessy Road, Wan Chai, Hong Kong, China
Silence
A work about memory, imagination – and the magic we never truly lost.
It was one of those days when everything was working, everything was moving – but nothing felt truly alive. I was sitting alone in a quiet room, lost in thought. And suddenly, an image appeared:
A forest, just as I saw it as a child – with no logic, no rules, but full of soul. Where every shadow held a story. Where every light carried a promise.
Childhood Dream Forest is that place. Not realistic. Not ordered. But wild, vivid, exaggerated – just like the world felt back then, when anything still seemed possible.
Every tree, every canopy, every beam of light is a return to an inner place that never truly disappeared.
I didn’t want to create a scene. I wanted to create a memory.
A feeling. Something that invites wonder. Not a place to analyze – but to rediscover.
This piece is my attempt to reclaim something time so often steals from us: The way we used to see the world when we were young.
📍 This exact artwork will be exhibited from:
October 17–20, 2025 at “Art Showroom – Le Marais”, 46–48 Rue Notre Dame de Nazareth, 75003, Paris, France
