In my mid twenties I began making art quite freely and naively. Like a child, I guess. Soon enough it became expressive of emotions and abstract. The process became an outlet for sorting out emotions, memories and coping with depression and mental discomfort. As I continued, Art made me brave enough to go deeper in the wound and continue to uncover my story. Most recently my life in art has taken a turn into a life for healing a wounded boy. It’s not an easy task, it’s one

A true artist has no choice. It's in our primal nature.

No matter what you make, your practice, where or how you make it. When it comes to making art, we retrieve to the cave. A true artist has...