Your Face Will Fall Off Print

I am infinite. And I have been infinite ever since I first laid the first stroke of brush on a canvas. Every line, shape and color that covers my canvas comes from a living organism from the inside that I call inspiration. It feeds with people, with dreams, with realities, with reactions, with images, with almost anything that makes it tremble and shiver with desire to expose itself. To the world. To the unknown. To the outer life. To become...infinite. It all started when I was 8 years old, under the guidance of my uncle, who was a professional painter. I have never taken art classes other than my uncle's, who took the time to teach me all the basics and gave me the courage to try out whatever came to my mind. After pursuing a career of teaching, I founded a small foreign language school that I run during the day and in the evening I run a small art hub together with my boyfriend, George. We founded it last year, in June and we are happy to promote young artists, to organize art events and workshops that people are looking forward to in this beautiful city of ours.