I love life when it’s pure. When people don’t hide behind façades. When there’s no need for masks, no makeup, no filter – just being. When conversations aren’t polished but honest. When someone dares to show who they truly are – not who they’re expected to be. I love nature when it’s allowed to be wild. Untouched. Unstaged. And I love art born from that very same place – from the courage to strip everything down to what really matters.
The works in this collection are not loud declarations. They are quiet reminders. Of truth. Of what remains when there’s nothing left to prove. PURE stands for reduction – but never emptiness. For clarity – but never coldness. For essence – in its most beautiful form.
The Pure collection is a look beneath the surface. And a return to what truly matters.
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When we let go of what we never truly were, something real begins to breathe.
This piece was born in one of those rare, raw moments. A time when I had to see myself again – without expectations, without roles, without a mask. The dissolving faces are not just shapes. They are remnants of identities I once wore – out of protection, out of longing, out of habit. Each one held a story, a way to belong, to be enough, to hide or to stand out.
But then came a quiet shift – a sense that these layers no longer fit. That the true core doesn’t shout. It whispers. And the closer you get, the softer it becomes. This moment wasn’t loud. It was a slow fade. A gentle unraveling. And that’s exactly what this artwork captures: the silent shedding of what we no longer need, and the quiet survival of the essence that was always within us.
Soul Dust is not about loss. It’s a tribute to what remains. A reminder that nothing real is ever truly gone. It’s an invitation to release – not in fear, but with dignity.
📍 This artwork is part of my PURE Collection and will be exhibited internationally.
Not every fracture is an end. Sometimes it’s the beginning of something far more honest – of what remains, when all else fades.
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Some encounters aren’t written by life – but by the moment itself.
It was during a journey through Greece. The air was warm, salty, filled with timeless stillness. The sea shimmered in the background. I found myself in a small village where time seemed to slow down. And then I saw him – this man. Elegantly dressed, carrying a calmness that asked for nothing. He wasn’t performing. He wasn’t trying to please. He was simply there. Fully with himself.
He sat at the edge of a red house, like a still center within the composition. In front of him: a quiet stretch of water, and beyond it, a solitary tree – like a painted thought. No noise, no movement. Just light, color, and a man who had nothing to prove. Everything in this scene felt deliberately placed, perfectly aligned, as if an invisible director had composed it. And yet, it was pure. Untouched. Real.
This piece is a tribute to such moments. To the unwritten script of life. To those fleeting scenes that require no explanation – because for one breathless second, they feel like home.
📍 This artwork is part of my PURE Collection and will be exhibited internationally.
Perhaps it’s not the grand performances, but the quiet compositions, that give life its true meaning.
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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
Sometimes it’s not the grand gestures, but the quiet presence, that brings us back to who we truly are.
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Sometimes the most important thing we can do is: stay still.
This artwork was born from a feeling of inner exhaustion. From that quiet, persistent pressure that creeps into our daily lives. The constant forward motion, the endless striving for the next, the better, the more. And in all that noise, we often lose what matters most: the conscious pause.
The chair isn’t just an object in the room. It is both a monument and an invitation. It doesn’t ask if you’ve done enough – it asks if you’ve ever truly stopped. The man beside it stands tall, composed, yet his posture reveals something else: a silent struggle with the longing for rest. Before him unfolds a sea of color – powerful, intense, almost overwhelming. And yet he remains still. Unmoved. Fully present.
This piece is a reminder of how hard we find it to stand still – and how necessary it is. Not everything in life needs to be sped up. Some answers only arrive when we find the courage not to move on, but to stay. To notice. To breathe.
📍 This artwork is part of my PURE Collection and will be exhibited internationally.
Not every gap needs to be filled, not every moment rushed. Sometimes the empty chair is exactly what we need.
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Sometimes the greatest wisdom comes from those who own the least – and yet understand the most.
It happened on one of my journeys through Cuba. In Varadero – where the sea shines in almost kitschy shades of blue and the streets are full of contradictions – an old man sat beneath a rusted tin roof. He had nothing we usually call “possessions.” No fancy clothes, no phone, no comfort. And yet, he had something many have lost: that spark in his eyes.
I asked him why he looked so happy, even though he lived in such modest conditions.
He laughed – wide, warm, full of soul – and pointed with a single finger to the sky.
“Because I get to see the sun every day.”
No sentence has ever grounded me more. No person ever moved me like that.
And in that moment, I understood: True happiness doesn’t come from what’s missing – it comes from loving what’s already here.
SOLIENTO is my tribute to that moment. To the kind of joy that doesn’t shout. That doesn’t need to be found. It simply exists – once we stop overlooking it.
📍 This artwork is part of my Pure Collection.
Some people own nothing – and remind us that we already have everything.
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Where water and earth touch, something real begins.
It was one of those long afternoons by the sea. The sun hung low, the wind carried a trace of salt across the beach. I was walking barefoot, slowly, simply present. And as I wandered along the coastline, my gaze fell on the place where the waves gently brushed against the sand. The foam blended with the contours of the shore, and for a moment, it felt as if something was forming – not tangible, not clear, but deeply felt.
It was a face. Not distinct, but there. Not an illusion, but a fleeting impression – like nature sometimes speaks to us, without words, only through movement and rhythm. I paused. And watched the sea withdraw, only to return and embrace everything again. Calm. Powerful. Alive.
This piece is an attempt to hold on to that moment – that quiet dialogue between human and nature. When we truly pay attention, it reveals itself. Not loudly. Not forcefully. But through the smallest gestures. So close.
📍 This artwork is part of my PURE Collection and will be exhibited internationally.
Not everything that moves us asks for attention. Some things whisper – and still stay with us forever.
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One moment, one glance – and we believe we know who someone is.
I remember a night behind the bar. It was late, I was tired, and a couple walked in. Something about their presence made me judge too quickly – too loud, too direct, too much. I prepared their drinks politely, but distantly. Yet with every passing moment, with every sincere smile, every honest word, something in me began to soften. By the end of the evening, we were laughing together – they weren’t too loud, they were full of life. Not too direct, just beautifully open. Not too much, but exactly right.
This piece was born from that quiet lesson. It reflects how our layers fall away – the rough, crumbling projections we place upon each other, until the true, gentle, human self becomes visible. Every face we meet carries a story we can only discover when we stop judging – and start listening.
📍 This artwork is part of my PURE Collection and will be exhibited internationally very soon.
Not everything that feels unfamiliar at first is wrong. Sometimes, behind the noise, there’s a tender heart – behind the mask, a radiant soul.
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Golden light in a season I thought I couldn’t love.
It was one of those gray autumn days that I usually try to avoid.
The sky still carried the weight of the morning rain, and the air felt like silence. But just as I was walking home, the clouds opened ever so slightly – and a soft beam of golden light touched the trees.
Not red. Not brown. But a yellow-orange brilliance that almost felt surreal.
I stopped. Not because of the weather. But because the moment suddenly felt bigger than the season, brighter than the day, warmer than my mood.
That’s what this artwork captures.
A fleeting glow in the middle of my resistance to fall. A moment that changed everything – not loudly, but gently. Like a reminder that beauty never asks for permission to appear.
📍 This artwork is part of my PURE Collection.
A brief shimmer, a golden hush, a silent invitation to see the season differently.
