The works,
one by one.

I see my neighbour's balcony from my window. An olive tree, some flowers. It's nothing special, but I think that's what makes it perfect.

I painted this one with the shop in mind. Then my mom saw it on my Instagram and told me how much she loved it. That was the end of that. She got it for Christmas, and it hangs in her home now.

Painted on a quiet night in Milan. The meadow I dream of, not the one outside my window.

This one fought me. I kept trying to be neat, kept thinking it wasn't good enough. At some point I gave up, scribbled the whole thing over, and just followed what my hand wanted to do. Somewhere in the mess I found a new way of painting. This piece is where it started.