Art has never stopped functioning for me as a necessity, as a language parallel to words, often more immediate and more sincere. The need for expression accompanied me from childhood, through music, theater, choreography, and writing. Painting came later, as another pulse, a second language capable of expressing what words cannot contain and what words cannot reach in time.

After completing my studies in Athens, my life unfolded across many places. I lived, studied, and worked in Paris, Brussels, and the United States, primarily in New York, but also in Washington, D.C., Philadelphia, and Houston while Italy became, and continues to be, a constant place of return. Everywhere, I set up a studio, everywhere, I painted. These places functioned as a second education: an experiential and cultural foundation that, slowly but steadily, is imprinted in the colors and gestures of my work.

I began painting more systematically during a demanding period of my life. Without realizing it at the time, every gesture and every brushstroke functioned as an act of balance, a way to regain rhythm and breath within conditions of uncertainty. This inner language followed me to every place where I lived and worked, leaving traces of time, memory, and experience.