When I paint, I become the painting. It is pure meditation. It springs from whithin-how can I judge “THAT” coming through me.

In my art I express colours, light, dreams and often another dimension that is beyond, yet around us - inside us.

As a child I couldn’t talk like other kids and struggled with my dyslection, so drawing and painting became my way of expressing myself. I can remember a day when the neighbourhood kids were at our house and we were painting at the table. One of the kids said jokingly to me: “The gras is not purple!”. And my mother resonded: “well, it depends how you look at it.”

I am very lucky to have a mother who always supported me and understood my universe - So from early years, Art has been my way to express the beauty of existence how I see it - and what I see is more than what is visible for the physical eye, a quality or reality that can’t be put in words.
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