pale sun of glorious autumn Painting

I was born in a family of artists where i blossomed like a flower on a fertil soil . I found that each work of art is a path to connects directly souls to souls , enrihed by my journeys, readings , and enconters along the way . When my hands are not busy sulpting clay, they play with ink brush or oil paint . It is soft and fluid . The brush slide on paper , on canvas and tell usa symbolic story, obvious or subtile , only to be discovered when the work of art is done . While creating , i do not know where the creation will lead me to . I turn into a space free of time , free of the ties of my mind , a place dedicated to something else .