When it comes to my art skills in terms of drawing / painting / drafting or whatever I have not much in common with my mum. It basically looks like...
But this one is not about my skills and abilities but about my pride of having such a talented painter as my mother. :') I really believe that it was she who aroused all the sensitivity towards art which I posses today and which was growing inside me throughout these years, as well as this constant state of desire to surround myself with beauty. Because she is like that. She embodies the absolute of beauty, purity and fragility. She is so far from the chaos ruling our lives today and probably that's her curse. Because very often I can see her unable to bear the load of being. And it is so visible in her paintings. She paints her nostalgia for what is already gone.
Children - forgotten, unknown. Each of them on the background constructed by something the most intimate to his or her little heart. Aren't we exactly like this? If someone could detach our body from our minds and place us before the pictures derived from it, what would be behind our silhouettes?
On November the 4th I was there with my mum during the opening of her exhibition and it was, as always, a pure plasure to attend it because of so many people's kind words which, by making my mum blushing, made me happy and glowing with pride too. And voilà my opportunity to promo of the artist. :) To see more, I invite you to like my mum's facebook page: