I have been drawing, like everyone, since I was very little. I don’t remember that time. It’s a pity not to save one’s first scribbles on a piece of paper. They should be treasured like a recording of one’s first steps, or one’s first words, or curls stuck between the pages of a diary. I started painting with oil 22 years ago.
I have been lucky to have had many teachers, even though I never studied formally. This has allowed me to experiment independently and to try different techniques and approaches to being a painter.
I don’t consider myself a painter. Painting has been my lover for all these years, but it didn’t have an official role in my life. It has been an object of passion and desire for me, and, thus, of continuous study.
I also consider this a stroke of luck because I have been able to nourish my love for art and painting with other knowledge. The rigor of law, of suffering humanity through the lens of forensic psychology, the theatricality of a trial, the observation of the traits and personalities of the people I met through my travels through hospitals, prisons, and slums, where at every turn I found combinations of colors, harmony and unexpected contrasts, sometimes casually, but often as the expression of others’ creativity. It confirmed, what I already knew, that I am not the only one who strives for beauty and dignity.
I love painting in oil. I also use acrylics and resins to compose assemblages. My research is conditioned by my point of view, which is feminine. I look for branches in the movement of trunks, the wrinkles of bark, the traces of life that grows, continues, and transforms.
I play with fabric, thread, and beads, because working with your hands, inspiration, and the creative expression of many, and many women, has gone through those holes, through weaving stories and harmonies that would otherwise remain mute with colored thread and gems.
I like, when I can, to prepare my canvas and colors. I approach my work slowly, prepare the canvas, resolve practical questions, and prepare myself so I arrive before the canvas with modesty and expectation.
