For me art is a way of living. I started drawing when I was a child. I did it because I liked it, I just spent much more time drawing than any kid I knew. After many years of painting, looking back, I realized that painting accompanied me through life, and it 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 existed for me just for the mere pleasure of doing it. If it took too long to complete, if it was too hard to finish, it wasn't for me. My art had be free like a bird. Later on I realized why. Because something beyond me was making art through me. But if I 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 changed styles, techniques and media over the years, so I could paint faster, more freely, more intuitively. In the end it has mattered only the joy I felt when I painted. If you love making art, it will sure enrich your life beyond any imagination. Because you can bring into the world anything you can dream of, all your inner world. What can be more beautiful?
