For me, an artwork becomes complete the moment it leaves my hands and reaches someone else's eyes.
While it's on the canvas, it's a part of me; but once the viewer looks at it, it's no longer only mine.
Everyone approaches it with their own world, their memories, and their feelings, and sees something in it that I may never have intended. And that is exactly the magic of art.
I don't want to impose the meaning of my work on the viewer.
I'd rather leave an open space so each person can have their own interpretation.
Sometimes someone sees something in my painting that is new even to me, and in that moment I remember that art isn't only about speaking, it's also about listening.
The viewer's freedom of interpretation keeps the artwork alive and gives it a meaning that goes beyond my original intention.