I just want to be honest. I didn't find art; it found me. When I was five and I could die trembling with fear I saw felt-tip pens and an album nearby. This is where my art journey began. I write about what I feel and what I've been through. All pictures have a meaning. But you don't have to understand it. If you feel that you are no longer alone and you are understood when you look at my paintings, It's enough. If you feel, then you are alive.