I was never raised to be an artist. Two master degrees that I earned could be associated with anything but art. For years, no paintings existed in my world.
But all of this changed, on one beautiful sunny day of October 2009.
Accidentally I stepped into the building of the Art Students’ League, where Jackson Pollock’s painting hadn’t started dripping; where Georgia O'Keeffe’s erotic flowers were only seeding; where my journey of painting was embarking...
From a simple pure joy at the beginning, to tearing pain of struggle; then a rejoicing after the agony...The circle has being recurring non-stop...
Art has becoming, the breath I am taking; the language I am speaking; the life I am living...
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