ABOUT
ABOUT ELARA TRACE
People often notice how I paint before they discover why. But my story began long before my feet touched a canvas.
I grew up watching my mother and grandmother paint. Art was part of everyday life, and I learned early that colour could express something words couldn’t quite reach. As I grew older, life gave that understanding a more personal meaning. Some experiences stayed with me quietly, shaping the way I notice things and the emotions I bring to my work.
For a long time, I wanted to create, but I wanted to find a language that felt like my own. People often complimented my feet, something that always made me smile. One day, a simple thought stayed with me: what would happen if I used them to paint?
That curiosity became the beginning of Elara Trace.
Today, I create my paintings mainly with my feet, alongside brushes, my hands and, sometimes, other parts of my body. Each brings a different gesture to the canvas. I might use movement to begin a painting, touch to build its texture, and a brush to develop a detail.
My process moves between instinct and careful observation. I build layers, step back, wait and return. An unexpected mark can change the direction of an entire work. Part of painting, for me, is learning when to follow that change and when to leave something alone.
Some works preserve recognisable footprints. In others, the movement becomes colour and texture. I want people to spend time with what they feel in the painting, beyond wondering how it was made.
Music belongs to this process, too. I have loved singing since childhood, and sometimes I sing while I paint. My voice changes the rhythm of my movements, bringing another part of me into the work.
I don’t explain everything I leave on a canvas. Some things belong there before I know how to put them into words. And when someone else looks at the finished painting, they may discover something I never saw.
That moment matters to me: when a gesture that began as mine becomes meaningful to someone else.
Every artist leaves a signature. I choose to leave a trace.
People often notice how I paint before they discover why. But my story began long before my feet touched a canvas.
I grew up watching my mother and grandmother paint. Art was part of everyday life, and I learned early that colour could express something words couldn’t quite reach. As I grew older, life gave that understanding a more personal meaning. Some experiences stayed with me quietly, shaping the way I notice things and the emotions I bring to my work.
For a long time, I wanted to create, but I wanted to find a language that felt like my own. People often complimented my feet, something that always made me smile. One day, a simple thought stayed with me: what would happen if I used them to paint?
That curiosity became the beginning of Elara Trace.
Today, I create my paintings mainly with my feet, alongside brushes, my hands and, sometimes, other parts of my body. Each brings a different gesture to the canvas. I might use movement to begin a painting, touch to build its texture, and a brush to develop a detail.
My process moves between instinct and careful observation. I build layers, step back, wait and return. An unexpected mark can change the direction of an entire work. Part of painting, for me, is learning when to follow that change and when to leave something alone.
Some works preserve recognisable footprints. In others, the movement becomes colour and texture. I want people to spend time with what they feel in the painting, beyond wondering how it was made.
Music belongs to this process, too. I have loved singing since childhood, and sometimes I sing while I paint. My voice changes the rhythm of my movements, bringing another part of me into the work.
I don’t explain everything I leave on a canvas. Some things belong there before I know how to put them into words. And when someone else looks at the finished painting, they may discover something I never saw.
That moment matters to me: when a gesture that began as mine becomes meaningful to someone else.
Every artist leaves a signature. I choose to leave a trace.
Elara Trace