Art fuels the fire inside me.

I love widely and deeply, the Naive sense of Primitivism I manage to project in my Art. It always gives me a sense that it is not developed or derived from anything else, and it is unaffected by objective reasoning. Very similar to my nomadic life.

Critics are only concerned with what affects them. And feeling empathy is a gift not many possess.

I am an art work in constant progress; I am my own canvas, my own colors, my own brushes and my own inspiration.

I am an artist, my hair is rarely tamed & sometimes I sleep till noon,
My house is messy and I speak to the moon.
I care less about the materials that I share with my world and more about the passion inside myself.
Im an artist, what more can you expect?
i am full of soul, love and all the rest.

I am always in touch with my demons: you never know when their assistence is needed.