stormy night ahead Painting

Something about myself I was born in Italy in 1966. Ironically we arrived in Australia on April fool’s day when I was 5 years old. From that point on my life was never the same again, I felt an alienation bulling and loneliness that no child should be allowed to feel. My creative nature led to more self-absorption. Paint, pencils, paper and canvas became my friends while line, colour, tone, form and texture became my language. My art didn’t need me to learn words, because it spoke for itself. I still find myself alone, even more so now after the recent loss of my husband. When I think about the past I am slowly learning to take comfort in it. I truly believe that no God would put anyone through all of these hardships without a reason. Out of the solitude and loneliness my best ideas and works are born. All I know is ‘my art has always prevailed to save me’. And because of this, he must have a reason why he wishes me to paint?