I remember visiting with my mom a friend of hers when I was about 3 years old. Her friend was a painter so the place we went to, was her studio. My mom told me not to touch anything and I didn’t but I wanted it so bad. All those colours, the paints, and brushes. Her friend set me in front of her new sketched canvas, and I was mesmerized.
To this day I still remember the layout of everything in that studio.
Secretly that became my dream, to paint.
My life took a different outcome for the next years of my young adult life. I was singing and touring with my band. Many years after, I returned to painting as a way to express my feeling and thoughts.
And soon, without me even knowing it, painting became the only way I want to live my life.
In most of my paintings, I portray scenes from my dreams and stories that I heard as a young child from my parents, who were passionate readers of tales and fairytales.
I started painting with acrylics and soon switched to oil paints. The smell took me back to childhood and the first studio I ever walked in.
That’s when I knew that in front of a canvas is where I want to spend the rest of my life.