For me, art doesn’t have to be deep, strange, or abstract to make an impact. I’ve never been that kind of artist. What moves me is the beauty of something clear and intentional — a detailed portrait, a breathtaking landscape, a moment frozen in time. There’s so much more to a painting than the final image. The real magic lies in the journey — from vision to creation.

I can spend all night working on a painting I know will take weeks to finish. There’s something almost sacred about being awake when the world is asleep. Everything slows down. The noise fades. In those quiet hours, I find a deeper kind of focus — a space where time doesn’t exist, and it’s just me, the canvas, and the rhythm of creation.

Every brushstroke tells a story. The way the paint moves, the way two colors blend, the contrast between softness and texture — it all reveals something about the artist behind it. These little details matter deeply to me, even if they’re not obvious at first glance. They are the soul of the painting — a silent signature left behind.

Becoming a mother deepened my relationship with art even further. The first time I saw an ultrasound image of my daughter, something stirred in me — a profound need to capture that tiny, incredible beginning. That moment became the very first Cotton Stories painting. What started as a personal keepsake grew into a lifelong journey: creating meaningful, handcrafted artworks that celebrate life itself.

Today, I’m a proud mother of two beautiful children. They are my daily inspiration — living proof of how much love, hope, and wonder a single heartbeat can hold.

Each photo I receive holds a story of its own. A memory, a future, a piece of someone’s heart. My paintings are not just images of babies — they are portraits of love, of hope, of life itself. To me, they are the beginning of a story yet to be told.