If there’s one thing I love about life, it’s the pain of my origins, the transformation of everything I am that doesn’t belong to me. I love immersing myself in the darkness of my unconscious mind, where I get to explore feelings and emotions I never knew I had. Weighed down by the burden of my own ancestry, I will journey through uncertainty until I discover what the universe has in store for me.

Ensconced in my own emotional darkness, painting becomes an intuitive, visceral act of pure creativity, where everything comes flowing out of me effortlessly, without limits. Just water, pigment and emotions on paper.

As the paintings dry, I turn out the light, lie back and close my eyes, letting solitude and silence wash over me until I lose myself in a peaceful, deep sleep.

The work is finished. The paintings take on a life of their own. I frame them and take a step back, searching for the real me. I see myself in the work as much as I see the work in me.

The moment it regains consciousness, I can finally experience who I really am.

I am and always will be a free woman, I will never doubt myself and I will always stay true to myself.