Today, whenever I hear about a conflict, I still see images of my home region as I came to know it – destroyed, fractured, wounded. For whatever the place, the traditions or the people, it is always a home that is destroyed, a life that is cut short, and survivors who must rebuild, piece by piece, a life that is no more.

The fragments of places I depict are not currently at war, but they could become so, and perhaps they already have been. These images represent shattered fragments of places affected by conflict.

I am particularly interested in spaces where life has been put on hold – places devoid of human presence, yet where traces of habitation offer a glimpse of their former existence, based on sketches made on the spot or using archive images.

Here, a window stands ajar; there, washing hangs to dry on a line.

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Studies, pencil, paint, collage, recycled materials (wood, stones, tiles).

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Studies, pencil, paint, collage, recycled materials (wood, stones, tiles // 2025-2026