I paint to the rhythm of heartbeats — each tone and shade born from the breath of the sky.
Between dawn and dusk, when the sky dresses in every color, it reflects the silent truth of the heart.
A collection of light after the storm
There are moments in life when color fades — when days turn gray and the future feels uncertain. This collection, Rainbow Skies, was born from one of those moments.
Years ago, I painted the first piece for a dear friend facing a serious illness. It was a symbol of strength, of beauty amid pain, of resilience shining through the darkness. A single painting — a rainbow crossing a turbulent sky — that said: you are not alone.
I thought it would be a one-of-a-kind piece.
But then, years later, my daughter arrived — unexpected, radiant, a miracle. And the rainbow returned. Not just as a sign of survival, but now as a symbol of new beginnings, hope at its fullest, and unbreakable joy
This series is for her, and for all those who stand quietly on the edge of the unknown.
For those who have seen the light fade — and have waited for it to return.
Each painting is a love letter to the human heart — to the beauty that follows the storm, and to the courage it takes to believe in color again.
The rainbow here is not just decoration. It is a quiet act of defiance. A reminder that even in darkness, we can still choose light, joy, and hope.
The sky clears. The colors return. And the soul remembers:
You have weathered the storm. And the rainbow remains yours.
