Christof's Art Newsletter

Discipline is the scaffolding that lets inspiration climb. I block studio hours on my calendar like non‑negotiable appointments and show up even wh...

Completion, for me, is a felt click. Edges stop arguing; color settles into its final temperature; my hand reaches for a brush and doesn’t find a r...

I don’t sit to clear my mind; I sit to notice it. Ten quiet minutes before painting slows the chatter so I can hear what the work is asking. Breath...

Ritual protects my practice from mood and weather. I open the studio, sweep a quick path, and mix a limited palette before I check messages. That o...

Fear shows up for me as tight shoulders and a need to over-plan. To counter it, I create small, low‑stakes beginnings: tinted grounds, quick charco...

My studio walks a tightrope between order and entropy.

Varnishing feels like sealing a letter you’ve finally finished writing. It changes everything—color deepens, contrasts sharpen, surfaces unify. I c...

Some days brushes feel too polite

My surfaces are built like palimpsests—layers of different materials conversing. I love combining acrylics with oil pastels, graphite, or bits of p...

When a canvas stretches taller than me, my body becomes part of the mark. I paint standing, crouching, stepping back, lunging forward. It’s perform...

I don’t see brushes as tools; I see them as extensions of temperament.

Heavy-body acrylics let me sculpt light as much as colour.