From Maker to Artist: Painting as a Necessity

Roughly three years ago, as mentioned in my bio, I started painting again. But again doesn’t quite cover it, it was a long run-up before I picked up the brushes properly. And once I did, there was no stopping me. One painting after another flowed from my hands, and I loved every moment of it.

For a long time, I never really understood why people said that life experience is essential to making art. It always sounded a bit vague, perhaps even exaggerated. Now, I understand it completely. Everything you go through, every change, every friction, every moment of growth, inevitably finds its way onto the canvas.

But then suddenly, you’re a maker. That word felt safe. Artist sounded too big, too heavy. Almost embarrassing. With a touch of self-consciousness, I would tell people that I paint, carefully showing a few photos and hoping I wouldn’t be completely torn apart. Fortunately, that didn’t happen. Still, the recognition often stayed on the surface. “Oh, how nice… my mum paints too.”

Perhaps because I didn’t yet show the outside world how essential making is to me. How much urgency there is in it. Painting is not a hobby, it’s a necessity.

By now, things have shifted. I’ve had my own studio for almost two years, I have a

with a webshop, and I share parts of my work and process on social media. And gradually, I’m beginning to feel it myself: I am an artist. Not because of a title, but because it feels true. It’s part of who I am. It’s my own search.

And the remarkable thing is this: by taking myself more seriously in this, doors begin to open. Sometimes expected, often completely unexpected. Doors leading to new encounters, new possibilities, and who knows, beautiful things yet to come.

Are you curious where this journey will lead? Follow my work, read along, and see what unfolds.