The world of Barbtropolis feels different when it steps outside the studio and onto a wall.

I love the intimacy of painting on canvas — just me, the work, and the quiet. But murals bring another kind of energy. Out in public, the art no longer belongs just to me. People stumble upon it on their way to work, stop mid-step to take it in, lean closer to trace the lines, or pull out their phones for a photo.

Unlike the solitude of the studio, murals invite real-time reactions — smiles, conversations, curious questions, kids pointing out details I didn’t even notice myself. That interaction is electric. It turns the work into something shared, woven into the rhythm of the street.

For me, murals are more than large-scale paintings. They’re open invitations. They belong to everyone who passes by, everyone who stops, even for a moment, to make them part of their day.