How I started

It was the year 1994, my mother died and back then it was meaningless, I mean somehow, maybe that was normal for an 8 year old kid… As if nothing is about to change and that things are going to stay the same. However, I started sneaking into her room in those summer afternoons and look through her stuff, and I was particularly looking for her sketch books. As if something guided me there…

Passion

After numerous sneaking & running around hiding the fact that I was looking through her stuff, I came clean, I told my older sister! I said, I want to draw, can I draw? I want to take my mother’s books… They are hers and she’s my mother too! Surely, my sister said yes for sure… After getting those books, I felt like nothing can stop me, it was then that I learned that love can be there for something, for an idea… When I grew a bit older, I learned that the expression of love towards an idea or a vision/preview in one’s head & heart is called passion.

Practice

I kept gazing and practicing and feeling those drawings as If they had something to say for me, like each drawing or painting had her own conversation with me in my head! It was magical!

But she had her Micheal Angelo books, those thick ones that show maybe all of his work, and I thought to myself, why am I afraid of sculpting. Let me try that too…

Then, after a few years, I started creating those paintings that I started to keep, which whenever I’m done with one, I feel like throwing an old friend away, or as if I’m ditching something very dear to my heart. It’s hard. However, I started exploring the world of music especially after taking her Tchaikovsky cassettes and playing them repeatedly… in the 90s we had cassettes. So I got a guitar in 1999 and started learning to play. & here I am now Thank God for everything no matter how hard it was, remember, by his grace we are all saved!