This process of emptying, sorting, cleaning dusty areas of the heart, going through old photographs of the mind, feeling, acknowledging, ...

iI you are a fragile client, who is in need of support and compassion, and understanding: how fair is it that your therapist bares herself?

I liked the simplicity and congruence, from start to finish, of the whole exhibition: simple lines, mono-colour in its own various tones.

The Artist Manifesto. Because this is who I am. I am not a painter, I am not a designer, I am not a sculptor. I am flowing. A flow-er.

Again, I felt the same vibe: independence, opportunities, possibilities, openness. Trust. She allowed me to trust her, again, and so I did.

Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien, Sinome maruvan are Hildinyar, Tenn’ Ambar-metta, I hum to myself while walking upstairs.

I was alone in the large studio, drawing while standing up, listening to my music and singing along and swaying while holding a brush.

The pleasure, the physical and emotional satisfaction of playing, testing, doing, making, breaking, and then doing it again.