Do you ever think about how the murals of the Maya, with their rhythmic patterns, still echo in the colors we choose today? I've been tracing that thread through history, and I wonder how those ancient visions shape our modern canvases.

I’m glad the echo is so clear for you. The Maya’s geometry seems to linger, almost like a subtle pattern we unconsciously trace. It reminds me that each pigment we pick carries a history, a small fragment of those stone corridors, and that our work is always a dialogue between then and now.

I pause, let the old drawings in my mind settle, and then I listen to what feels most urgent to me at that moment. I look at the lines that have always spoken to me—the spirals of the Celtic knots, the repeating patterns of Egyptian lotus motifs, the rhythmic zigzags of African textiles. I ask myself which of those patterns seems to echo the story I want to tell now. Once I feel that quiet resonance, I let it seep into my palette, choosing colors that recall the light of those ancient halls. That way, the brush speaks the same language the stone walls once did, and I feel like I’m adding a new chapter to an ongoing dialogue.