I started drawing when I was a child, and I spent much more time drawing than any kid I knew. After many years of painting and drawing, looking back, I realized that painting accompanied me through life, and it has changed and evolved at the same time with me. When I placed expectations on my art, when I wanted my art to fulfill a purpose, I couldn't do it anymore. Art exists for me just for the mere pleasure of doing it. My art has to be free like a bird, because in time I realised that something beyond me was making art through me, and if my mind got in the way, the inspiration shied away. So I learned to paint in a way in which my soul could express the most what it wanted to express. I have learned to paint faster, more freely, more and more intuitively. In the end it has mattered more the joy I felt when I painted, the process became much more important that the result.
Art has enriched my life beyond any imagination, because I was able to bring into the world anything I have dreamt of, all my inner world. What can be more beautiful?
