Where is "home"? Is it a place thing? If so, which one - my apartment? Countries? Is it where I feel safe? The first year of the pandemic reinforced my belief that this place is in the head.
I traveled abroad several times for a long period of time. I met people and our worlds became connected, not only artistically, but also mentally. Whether or not the relationships I made abroad lasted or not, the experiences and perceptions from them still make up my "home". They change and develop me, they provide an insight into each other's micro worlds and an idea of understanding the world in a more complex sense of the word. By looking for common ground, we get closer, and through differences, we teach respect, but also to reevaluate our attitudes.

The paintings are a collage of faces of people I met abroad, but also fragments of my own. The pandemic brought a different level to this work – restlessness, disruption, chaos, uncertainty. The world I have at home was no longer a safe place, the initial fear and pressure mixed with hope and anticipation of release from house arrest was replaced by resignation. This distorted perception caused by a deep inner crisis is captured in a series of portraits. Isolation forces you to look inward, and I didn't like everything I found "at home". But I know that things need their time to mature and how we have processed them will show itself in the interactions of our private worlds.