Irena Kessler

In my childhood I drew strange pictures that no one could understand. "What nonsense are you drawing?!" - said adults and shown beautiful pictures of other children as an example to focus on when painting. I really tried to paint "right", even attended a club. Unfortunately it didn't work. I couldn't paint a decent picture. I gave up and abandoned my strange art.

Recently I got an impulse from the depths of my soul. I took colored pencils and started to paint. Again my strange enigmatic images. As if someone guides my hand and determines the colors. It's magic.

I see Parallel Worlds and Gods in my paintings. However, everyone opens something of their own. In any case, everyone can appreciate the delightful play of colors.

The Spark of God