"Each time I am reminded of my childhood, I recall that the flowers stirred my heart to its depth.
In my grandmother's huge garden, while walking in the alleys, she used to tell me: give wings to your eyes, let them fly! Since then, on every walk or in my garden, I let my eyes fly and the breath of mother nature fills up my lungs. The watercolor allows me to share this magnificent floral beauty and lay it on the paper. From their blossoming in the spring to their wilting in the autumn, it is an indescribable feeling to crouch & bend down to observe such purity so closely. Admiring the elegant ones cultivated by a green thumb or the beautiful and graceful creations of the wild, painting them has always filled me with unbound happiness.
