Artist with specialization in natural scenes with people and animals in a personal approach with traditional mediums.
A statement about the work
When I was a young child, I would imagine that I was a great beauty. A woman with a broken heart. A sad and beautiful lady. A shadow of sadness like a beauty spot on gorgeous face. I used to think that every beautiful thing was tainted by a bit of sadness. Maybe because even the most beautiful things realize that at some point the beauty will fade and disappear. That fear alone is the cause of sadness.
In those early halcyon days of my life, I was amazed by great, big things that were out of my reach. But that energy and excitement was tempered by a melancholy that I could not quite understand. A feeling that I was not living the life that I would have chosen for myself. That my fate, my life, was already predetermined. A life where I was forced to follow the steps of the women that lived before me. The same life that women would live after I died. The same existence and life that all women now, before me and sadly, after me, would have to endure. I lived in a world that seemed so large and overwhelming and I was just a small person. I didn’t see enough encouragement in the world or in my life to find the bravery and courage to take on that world.
However, as I matured, I realized that things were not as I thought. The world is still as large as I once thought but things that I once found beautiful has lost their luster. I was not a beautiful woman as I once imagined I was – although my sadness still lingers. I’m just a normal woman who has to struggle with the mundane and simple things in daily life. There are moments when I have had the time to recall some past memories: opening a favorite book again or taking an old dress from my youth out of the storage trunk. For a fleeting moment those thoughts and dreams fluttered back to life, softly beating in my hands. They come back with the old familiar scent of things wafting in the air and bring me back to a spring morning many years ago when I first wore my traditional dress. Then I can lose myself for a while in those pleasant thoughts.