I didn’t grow up in studios or academies.

I grew up in offices, under fluorescent lights, spending years in the corporate world learning how to be efficient, organised and “professional”.

But while my days were measured in emails and deadlines, my nights were getting louder inside my head, colours, shapes, faces, whole worlds that didn’t fit into a spreadsheet. One evening, I picked up a brush just to quiet the noise. It didn’t quiet down. It exploded.

That’s how Papiestro was born.

My work lives between two extremes:

thick, textural abstracts that feel like emotional weather, waves, floral storms, fault lines, and neo-pop, character-filled pieces where every feeling grows a face and starts talking. I cover the canvas the way some people overthink: obsessively, layer by layer, until the chaos starts to make sense.

I am a self-taught artist, which means nothing about this is “by the book”. I follow instinct, not rules. I paint for the ones who feel too much and hide it well; for people who hold crowds of thoughts, worries, jokes and memories inside and need somewhere beautiful to put them.

Owning a Papiestro piece is not just decorating a wall.

It’s bringing that inner world out into the open, the wild, honest part of you that refuses to be beige. These paintings are conversation starters, emotional mirrors, portals. Some are gentle. Most are loud. All of them are real.

My motto is simple: “Buy art. Save a crazy person.”

Sometimes that crazy person is the artist.

Sometimes…it’s you.

Welcome to my universe.

Take your time. If a piece feels like it’s already telling your story,

that’s probably the one that belongs to you.