In 2007, he started painting because he felt very sick. She had nothing left: no home, no job, no friends. Then she began to notice how good it felt to paint, so she painted and drew only for herself. Sometimes she used the paintings as gifts for her children, but she never told the world about herself or showed the world what she was doing. In 2015, a very close friend told her that she was an artist and that she should do something. It was definitely a thunderbolt.
Of course she always painted in her life, but she thought it was quite normal and that everyone did it.
Writing about herself makes you think of her parents. Being a very good seamstress, her mother used to sew her colourful clothes. They were very pretty, but they made her different from the other children. Her father was an architect and taught her to look and see. Thus her eyes became the most important tool for painting. Looking at buildings, she saw roofs, windows, doors, bricks and all those colours. He saw some buildings smiling and others being very angry, as if they had a life of their own. Both her parents instilled in her a sense of beauty and colour.