SANCTUM

Sanctum drifts into being like a dream half-remembered—its translucent layers of digital watercolour pooling and dissolving into one another, forming a world that feels both intimate and infinite. There is a hush here, a quiet shimmer of mystery, beauty, and calm. The work does not ask for one meaning; instead, it becomes a mirror, reflecting back the inner landscapes of those who linger with it.

My process is one of surrender and instinct. I follow the rhythm of the brush, fluid and unplanned, until a flicker of recognition passes through me—something alive on the canvas. From there, each mark either belongs or it does not; the painting tells me. Sanctum was born in such a moment—appearing almost of its own will over a handful of days, as if it had been waiting to be found.