My rage ,why did I use to fear you?

And I decided to follow my dream literally, creating a dress with tree leaves and ferns which I then wore into the woods of France during my summer holiday. There, a dialogue of meanings unfolded: my wounds were Her wounds, my scars were Her scars.

It was so subtle that it felt like the fluttering wings of a tiny bird. But all of a sudden it made me cry and a row of tender tears rolled down my cheeks and landed on my chest.

I didn’t draw or paint since I was a child which means many many years ago.. I always thought I was not good at it, it was not for me, I had other talents and interests.

During the corona days I have been filling the empty spaces in my calendar with what I call “soul nurturing time”.