It all starts with my inability for communication. As a child I wasn’t shy at all, and I had no problem with talking to strangers, asking for instructions, or socially behaving.

But personally I had a real hard time expressing personal my points of view, my emotions, and thoughts.

I felt alienated from everyone else, and then I discovered the magic of art. I discovered the power that drawing gave me to visually express doubt, I felt amazing when I finally put my mind into sentences, and started writing, I felt my body breaking free when I danced, sang, and acted.

There I was just a few years old, but I had something that belonged to me. Something no one could take away from me, and that I could choose wether to show it or not.

Here I am now, Still discovering what art can do for me, still amazed by it’s magical flow.