I remember on certain Sundays my mom, when she was not busy working on a new “pret-a-porter” collection, would take her canvases out and paint, I loved that smell of turpentine, varnish and oils colors, and watching her play with textures seemed so soul feeding. It didn’t take me long to start doing the same, indeed, I did as soon as I could hold a paint brush with my fingers. I discovered an ecstatic way of expression that didn’t require me, shy little girl, to speak out loud using my mouth, but still be heard, and that satisfaction was such a high, I was hooked immediately. Painting soon became a spiritual practice for me as I started really connecting with Source surfing the Cosmic Flow, and receiving visions and symbolic messages. All Art is a way to transcend time, it’s magic.