For many years, I worked in a large space overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. From my balcony, the endless blue stretched out before me, and my roof terrace invited cool breezes into the office each day. It was already a wonderful place to be – but nothing transformed it quite like the moment it became my studio.
Light fills the space effortlessly, making it feel bright, calm, and alive. There is always a sense of happiness here. The air smells fresh, carrying a gentle mix of oil paint and lavender – my favorite fragrance, drifting from the scent sticks that quietly burn as I work. It’s a smell that instantly grounds me.
Every morning, I come into the studio with a cup of tea and take a moment to sit in silence. I look around at the paintings that surround me, the traces of days and emotions already captured on canvas. Before any work begins, this quiet ritual helps me arrive fully. My materials are neatly organized, always ready, waiting patiently to be used.
When I’m ready, fresh paint is mixed, thinner prepared, and the hours begin to disappear. I work for long stretches of time, completely immersed, simply happy. African relaxation music plays softly in the background, giving me a peaceful and gentle start to the day. Slowly, as I wake up and the sun rises higher, the music changes. The sounds of the 80s fill the studio – empowering, nostalgic, and energizing my rhythm and movement.
As the day comes to an end, I drink my last coffee and take another look around. New layers have appeared, a new collection is taking shape. The sun slowly sinks into the sea, and the studio glows with warm evening light.
I feel incredibly lucky to have this space, this view, and this daily ritual. To be surrounded by art, light, sound, and the global energy of creativity – it’s a gift I never take for granted.
