The irresistible attraction of flowers, or How I became a painter.

I was raised in a way that didn’t left room for self determination. I was seldom asked what I wanted to do. And I finally ended being a dentist. It took me about 15 years (6 years of study, 9 years of practice) to admit to myself I made a big mistake. This job didn’t fit my personality: for me it was both boring and stressful.

Until now, most people have perplex reactions when I told them I was a dentist: “But it’s a good job!” Which probably means: you could have made a lot of money! Or perhaps they don’t know what it takes to be a dentist and enjoy it, and they don’t know me enough to see that don’t have it. I am not a calm, organized, meticulous person. It’s horribly stressful for me when one feel pain or when I’m running out of time for the next appointment.

Some, like my husband, know from a young age what is their “mission” in life. Others, like me have to find their way.

At first, painting was more a hobby. Gradually it became my main occupation.

This summer I decided to paint flowers. But I couldn’t shut myself from the frightening reality around me. I couldn’t stop myself from checking the news every hour. Our country were at war and everyday you wanted to know what was going on, how many people where killed, who were these people. The void between what I was trying to express by my drawings and the news I was hearing was incommensurable. It was the huge difference between the silence of my garden and the noise of the alarms, the beautiful sustainability of flowers and the ugliness of news papers, the calm of the nature and the frantic activity of the internet, life and death, good and evil.

Drawing flowers is my lifeboat. For me, flowers represent peace, harmony, beauty, resilience, 

renewal and quiet strength. Then I decided to mixed these extreme experiences in my paintings. I’m interested to show how our surroundings influence us our mood, our thoughts. In a world where small bits of informations are flowing restlessly through electronic devices to our mind, how can we apprehend the whole and not be drowned by details? Can we still see the flower or are we only able to see lines and chunks? Lets look for the flower!