There’s a quiet ritual in preparing my own canvases—measuring the wood, stretching the fabric, applying the size and the gesso with care. It’s a meditative process, one that roots me in the work before a single mark is made. I’ve been making cotton canvases for some time now, appreciating their softness and familiarity. Recently, I made my first linen canvases—drawn to their refined texture, resilience, and the quiet elegance they seem to carry even before the painting begins. Linen feels different: more deliberate, more enduring. The act of crafting these surfaces by hand brings a sense of intention and intimacy to each piece. For me, the canvas isn’t just a support—it’s where the story truly begins.