My story
Painting was always my passion. I have a deep love for colors, shapes and forms. As a child I was very shy and introvert (still I am sometimes) , so I was using painting to express my feelings. School was extremely boring for me. I wanted to study conservation of arts. In art conservation school, my teachers told me that I was very good in drawing, so I decided to take it more seriously. I took lessons in painting and sketching and even attempt some exhibitions and sold many of my paintings.
I gave up painting for personal reasons a few years ago and I must admit that it was not easy for me at all , something was always missing. Then things changed and I decided to pick up my pencils and my brushes again. I found out that if you really want something ,you must chase it and that you don't need a great amount of time or space to do what you love. Ten minutes a day were more than enough for me , enough to make me happy .
I realized that I cannot exist without art. Painting was always my shelter,my escape when reality was unbearable for me, it helped me through very difficult times. It is what I do when I am extremely sad or happy, when I need to calm my soul and my mind and sometimes when I have things to say that I cannot say out loud.
I don't draw pictures, I draw fears , thoughts, feelings, dreams and mostly my demons, all disguised in colors and shapes .
