Everyman is full of death
A force that ends life itself
Yet, the woman within sparks the breath of creation
She alone is the love
That stills his being into submission
To the divine heaven
Philosophy
“There is a thirst to paint. A natural curiosity drives to face the blank page with passion. Little by little one becomes more apt to go on a blank canvas and see what moves her, what is her story, her passion…”
