Some time ago I painted a piece called Echoes. It’s found its collector and no longer lives with me. Yet the feeling it gave me never left. I missed the mood, that energy, that presence in my space, and that’s when Echara began. Born from the same space within me. It carries the continuation of Echoes once held. The red still lingers, now beneath the green skies and purple-pink mountains. As if the same story wanted to stay with me in a new form. Echoes moved on; Echara still stays.