How my artistic style evolves, one painting at a time

hdreams7
Jun 25
2 min read

The evolution of my style is a journey. A living movement—sometimes slow, sometimes sudden. Nothing is fixed. Nothing can be pinned down once and for all.

Each painting I create is a snapshot of what I'm living, but also a trace of what’s transforming within me. My art grows with me. It breathes through my doubts, my bursts of energy, my falls, and my rebirths. It’s a shifting mirror of my inner path.

A style in motion… In tune with life

I’m not trying to define my style once and for all. I let it evolve, like light throughout the day. My visual language shifts with the seasons, with experience, with challenges… and above all, through a deep intuition that guides me every time I pick up a brush.

I’m not “changing” styles. I’m transforming—and my art moves with me. It softens, sharpens, deconstructs, opens. It’s a constant dialogue.

Happy accidents: My unexpected guides

Sometimes, a gesture slips, a stain appears where I didn’t expect it. And suddenly… a door opens.

I call these moments my happy accidents. They shake up my habits, unsettle me… but it’s often through them that something fresh, something truer, emerges.

They remind me not to over-control. To embrace the unknown. To welcome the aliveness of spontaneous creation.

When inner life paints itself

My art is shaped by my inner life. What I go through—my silences, questions, awe—finds its way into the canvas.

After a personal storm, I don’t paint the same way. A texture changes. A new color appears. A different intention moves through my hand. It’s as if my hands, too, need to speak differently.

From spontaneity to intuitive mastery

Over time, I’ve learned to dance between freedom and intention. I let myself be surprised, yes—but I also choose more consciously what I want to express.

My style has become freer. More confident. And more intuitive. I move forward without needing to fully “know,” while staying grounded in what feels true and alive.

And tomorrow?

I don’t want to trap my style in a formula, a label, a system. I let it breathe. I let it surprise me. I trust it.

Artistic evolution means accepting the unknown. Walking even when the path is foggy. Painting anyway. Teaching. Exploring. Transforming. And always discovering new ways of existing through art.