* Flowers make my heart sing. Having an essential place in my life, as a young girl at my mom's feet. Watching her create beautiful arrangements, playing with the broken and discarded pieces on the ground I found as my treasures. to owning my own home, building and shaping my gardens and flower beds. Flowers are woven into my life. I love painting them, bringing the outside inside. All year round. I am constantly filling various pots and vases, picked from my garden or the ditch, with equal pleasure.
The process involves layering paint, collage, paint and more paint, creating layers and layers with colours, shapes and designs that are scraped, sanded, scratched and dug into, repainted, revealing and leaving bits of the past, the history of each layer. A story emerges that blends this history with the final design, which is rich in texture. The beauty is in the discovery, the rich surface and the hidden bits that can only be seen by getting close and exploring its secrets.