In 2022, my practice looked very different from the work I make today.

I was working primarily with acrylic pouring, fascinated by colour, movement and the cellular structures that could emerge when different paints interacted on the surface.

At the beginning, I wanted to understand how these effects happened.

I experimented with consistency, proportions, pigments and different ways of moving paint across the canvas. A small change could completely alter the result.

There was something addictive about that unpredictability.

But looking back, what matters to me now is not the technique itself.

It is the curiosity behind it.

I did not yet have a visual language I could call my own. I was not thinking about material as meaning, or asking the questions that shape my practice today.

I was simply learning by making.

And perhaps every artistic practice needs a period like this — a time before you know exactly what you are looking for, when one experiment leads to another simply because you need to see what happens next.

Eventually, technique would stop being enough for me.

I would move from acrylic to alcohol ink, then begin combining ink with textile, plaster, resin and metal. The questions would change, and the materials would begin to carry meaning rather than simply create an effect.

But this came later.

**In 2022, I was not trying to find my artistic voice yet.

I was learning that I wanted one.**