Though I’m not a morning person, Sunday morning is almost always one of my favourite moments in the week. It’s always been like this. Thinking back to when I was younger, I think of sleeping in, steaming tea underneath sleepy eyes and breads with egg. This painting is my psychedelic ode to the Sunday morning.

Additionally, this piece is a celebration of reuniting with people I love. Whether it's seeing my best friends or family in the Netherlands after several months apart, reconnecting with friends in Berlin after a hectic period, or coming home to my partner after a long workday, these are experiences I cherish very much.

It’s forgetting what you were doing because there’s a bird sitting on the balcony. It’s thinking about how people in completely different places and times experienced the morning sunshine on their faces. It’s figuring out something silly that you wouldn’t give yourself the time for in the week. 

When you look at the painting, I invite you to get lost for a while. Surrender. Float away. It’s alright, it’s Sunday after all.