Paris reveals itself in fragments: a curtain stirring in an open window, light moving across old stone, the stillness of a street before the city wakes. These paintings are not views of the city but emotional landscapes, where windows, balconies, and fabric become a threshold between interior and exterior, carrying traces of wind, memory, and time.

Working in oil, I build each canvas through translucent layers, letting light rise from within. The result is a feeling of the city: longing, freedom, belonging, the moment a familiar place begins to breathe, and we breathe with it.