Each stroke today was a journey, each color a place I had visited

I spent the afternoon painting in my new studio.
There wasn’t a clear subject, no buildings, no faces. Just colors, shapes, and how they felt in the moment.
When I travel, I care less about capturing appearances and more about the atmosphere: the warmth of light, the rhythm of passing figures, the quiet or energy in the air. These are the elements I translate into my work.
Today, the space felt calm, filled with sunlight and the gentle presence of the natural world outside. So, I used softer colors, slower strokes, and left more space on the canvas. It wasn’t planned; it happened naturally.
As an abstract painter, I don’t see my work as “showing” a place. It’s about responding to it. Every city, every street, every moment leaves a different feeling, and that feeling becomes color, texture, and movement.
Traveling frees me, and painting lets me follow that freedom. I don’t have to be accurate; I just have to be honest.
In the end, the painting is not the place itself,
but how that place existed in me for a moment.