My world.

I open the creaking door with a big key and I hear the wind – this is the color energy, making noise. Another moment and it will grab, whirl and plunge me into the abyss of a sensual painting. My family, our children are the lives of others. And of course I am glad that with our help, they took form. And my life, and my world, is a small room where there is an easel, on it is a blank canvas that is waiting for my life!