The inspiration begins the journey of an artistic interpretation with all my belongings... Seeking a twig to rest on and touch feet on the earth, to be born. I leave the thinking to spill outside the boundaries and create margins ... Through an explosion rises the rose ... and the detail that makes the difference. I become small ... to nest in a carnation’s leaf and grow, creating the contact. Around the axis of her music I am reborn on a cloud, one piece of canvas on a frame. So different, yet so similar.... Escaping the black frame of everyday life I walk around you, over the rooftops to the high cloud that empties your thoughts in earthy breezes. The paper boat.... and the journey of inspiration starts again from the beginning... “Little Fairytales” and colours.