started the “Artist’s experience of spiritual stories” series in the fall of 2018. The energy surrounded all my work felt like blissful wisdom with tons of curiosity. I would remember the story that had a great impact on me and then paint a vision of it. Oranges and purples and blues were happening a lot on the pallet. Most of the paintings came almost as automated and very intuitive creations.

I felt challenged but was enjoying it so much. And then my mom died…. December 27, 2018. My work stopped. Originally the plan was for 10 paintings done before showing. Well, I could not paint for several months. Even a thought of picking up a brush was creating painful rejection in me. A new friend of mine, a curator, was supposed to come to look at the works I wanted to show and a decision came. All new works need to be shown even if I do not have all I planned. I pushed myself so so hard to finish “Painting the Skyline” piece for the memory of my relationship with my mom and showed my new friend the works. She accepted. The “Painting the Skyline” was still unfinished and I just promised to work on it. That promise to her and my daughter’s constant desire to see all the six framed made this show happen for me.

I am filled with tears when I think about the people who create such a positive impact on my life.

I am a bit nervous to see how people will react but I have such tremendous gratitude for this happening. Art saved my soul again like it did so many times before.