I left Romania years back and moved to Ireland, where my husband bought a house. We moved in and he started to talk about how much he would love to have a huge painting in our living room, above the fireplace. "I should start painting again"-I thought, but I said nothing. So we were looking after our special masterpiece and we found nothing to our taste. So, I told him I was good at painting in the past and I could do it but I have to practice first. We bought some cheap art supplies and I started to paint. Then, it was like riding a bike, I was starting to remember the feeling of it and it just felt right. In that moment I knew, I was born for this and I never stoped since.
Funny thing, in all these years, I never made the perfect painting for our living room but I filled all the walls in our house! I decided to start selling them, to make room for other pieces and to share a fragment of my inner self with the world!