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There are days when I come to a stop and days I’m moving at magical speed. Looking for more structure and consistency, wondering if it’s going to kill the flow. I have my waves and my storms, but at times all I do is staying still in silence and let time go by. My art is unpredictable, persistent and I can’t help but work at it, letting go of judgment and allowing inspiration to do its job.

I’m often inspired by nature, working in the garden, letting nature’s beauty dig deep into my brain, leaving memories of geometric formulas and ancient wisdom.

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

I’m not sure how a blog works, but I can learn.

June 2021

Life has been busy this year, the year of the pandemic. It has been full of fears and opportunities. In a way we lost our freedom and at the same time we received the opportunity to find new ways, to help to improve, to reinforce, to be better than we were. The loss of a dear one is never easy, there I witnessed the struggle and found the meaning of a life, so close to mine, so difficult to understand. Experiencing the gift of love, no expectations, no rewards, putting my limits under the flashlight and admiring who was able to find love in the crevices of hell. Thinking of all the people we lost this year, the one we’ll miss forever, and the one that are still sick. For them my heart aches.
As humans we are blessed with a contract called life, here looking to do my best to fulfill my part until the plug is pulled.