When I started painting again, it was a cocktail of the pain of separation, dying and the expectation of Rebirth in a new quality, of moving on to the next level. This process is usually frightening and brings suffering and pain if you resist it. Resistance to the inevitable. Paintings definitely helped me through this process, it was my ideal therapy. I missed myself so much, the one I lost, playing a role, a program imposed by society, and which I was so afraid to “play”. But now I understand what exactly I was afraid of! I began to better understand myself and women in general. It was a long, winding path to myself. Anyway It was a beautiful, transformative journey and I am glad that it happened, but I am also glad that it is over. With Love! I am incredibly happy with my freedom, freedom of expression and freedom to be myself. Using the color Red meant for me the release of my bright, passionate, free, wild nature. The release of my inner 🔥! This journey officially began on Nov...