For her
The scarf
The upper register: vermilion falling into deep blue, with sparks of yellow — worn at the neck, the painting moves with you.
Café Bernarda
A salon where painting leaves the wall.
A Fine Vibration
The painting
Equilibrium
When I paint, I am not chasing an image. I am looking for equilibrium — a balance of colour that holds what I feel in that moment. Not a mood I can name. More like a vibration. An energy that needs to settle on the canvas before it can leave the wall.
Blues run horizontally, like breath. Reds fall vertically — sudden, decisive. Yellow appears in small bursts, as if the surface itself were catching light. Layer upon layer, stroke against stroke, until the painting stops asking for more.
This is where the salon begins.
The gesture continues
From wall to silk
Art does not end at the frame.
From Equilibrium, a fragment is chosen — not the whole painting, but the moment within it where colour vibrates most clearly. Printed on silk. Made in small numbers. The canvas remains singular.
For him
The tie
The horizontal pulse: cobalt and turquoise, restrained, with a thread of gold — the same energy, quietened for the collar.
Same certainty of the brush. Another surface. Another life.
Into the street
Into the street
She wears the painting at her neck.
He wears it, quiet, at his collar.
The salon follows you out.
Reserve
Take a piece with you
Each piece is made in small numbers. The painting is singular. The silk, limited.
The painting
Equilibrium · Unique work
The scarf
Silk · Limited edition
The tie
Silk · Limited edition