Dodo

There’s a quiet wonder in realizing that nothing we create is ever truly finished. Some works simply sleep and are meant to be finished later. In the last years, I’ve been watching my own creations return to me — not as echoes of the past, but as something newly alive. It feels as though my spirit planted seeds years ago, trusting time to do what it does best. I didn’t know then what they would become. I only knew they needed to exist. And now, in this moment, they’re blooming. "Missing...

Being curious—and asking the why and what if—has always been part of how I am. It’s not something I switch on when I’m being “creative”; it’s just how I move through the world. I even question my thoughts when I’m alone, going beyond whatever my mind blurts out first, digging for the layers underneath. Maybe that’s why I love finding small, playful ways to disrupt the familiar—adding a twist, a contrast, a pinch of something unexpected. Sometimes it’s a new material, a tool I haven’t used...

When I create, I am in constant move. Not just my hands, but my eyes, my direction, my sense of what I think I should be doing. I am moving around what I’m making—literally sometimes—because I’ve learned that a single angle gives only a single view. And art, like life, is never just one view. How we see the world is what we create. Changing positions—kneeling, stepping back, turning a canvas upside down, taking it to different places in the studio—is the way the painting starts opening up to...