There is a very high-pitched sound inside my head that never goes away. I notice it more when everything becomes quiet. I don’t know exactly what it is, but along with it, there has been a gradual shift in how I perceive myself and the world. Over the last years, my attention has sharpened. Small coincidences involving sound, image, smell, or timing appear with precision and bring moments of clarity. My body reacts before my thoughts do. When something is not aligned, I feel it immediately. When it is, there is a sense of coherence, sometimes accompanied by subtle physical sensations. Painting is how I stay honest with this perception. I do not begin with concepts or narratives. I pay attention. When I am fully present, color, gesture, and form emerge naturally, guided without language. My work moves between figurative images and abstraction because my experience does the same. Some things take shape. Others resist it. I am not trying to explain symbols or beliefs. I am translating what it feels like to be inside an ongoing, invisible process of awareness and learning.