I’m one of four kids, and my dad was born and raised in Switzerland. A lot of who I am today comes from that mix — a home full of energy, roots that stretch across oceans, and a childhood filled with drawing on scrap paper and exploring the world around me.

01

I never finished university,
but I’ve been studying the world ever since.
Traveling has been my greatest teacher—
from language and loss, to love and letting go.
Every border crossed, every stranger met,
has shaped the artist and human I’m becoming.

02

Nature's Student

My work lives at the intersection of art and emotion, shaped by long walks, loud silences, and the need to preserve fleeting beauty. Each piece I create is a study — not just of the natural world, but of what it stirs in us.

03

Another Escape

Instagram didn’t exist when I was a kid — it was just me, a pencil, and the dining room table. Doodles turned into daydreams, and somehow, over time, into something I get to share with the world. I never imagined art would carry me this far, but I’m grateful it did — and even more grateful for everyone it’s brought along the way.
01

I never finished university,
but I’ve been studying the world ever since.
Traveling has been my greatest teacher—
from language and loss, to love and letting go.
Every border crossed, every stranger met,
has shaped the artist and human I’m becoming.

02

Nature's Student

My work lives at the intersection of art and emotion, shaped by long walks, loud silences, and the need to preserve fleeting beauty. Each piece I create is a study — not just of the natural world, but of what it stirs in us.

03

Another Escape

Instagram didn’t exist when I was a kid — it was just me, a pencil, and the dining room table. Doodles turned into daydreams, and somehow, over time, into something I get to share with the world. I never imagined art would carry me this far, but I’m grateful it did — and even more grateful for everyone it’s brought along the way.

I still feel like a kid some days. Curious, overwhelmed, and just doing my best to turn thoughts into something that matters. The difference now? I get to call it my job.

But life doesn’t always follow the dream. I traded crayons for wire cutters. For a while, I built homes—while quietly forgetting my own.

Then everything changed. My dad got sick. And suddenly, art wasn’t just a hobby anymore—it became a way to help him, to hold on, to feel.

Losing my dad at 23 taught me how fragile this all is. So I sold everything I owned, and booked a one-way ticket.

I landed in Byron Bay during COVID, and turned a hostel reception into a studio. Thank you, Marc, for giving me space to breathe—and create. I left with a backpack and a paintbrush, and found the world waiting to be drawn. Every place added a new stroke to the story.

Before/after

I was 6 years old, visiting orphans in Tijuana.
I didn’t fully understand the world yet, but I knew I loved humans. Years later in Indonesia, that same love brought me back to helping kids. Different continent, same heart. I’ve always believed in caring for people—wherever I go.

Before

After

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