I cried because my tears would get lost into the water and no one would find them again. I cried to shake off all my memories. I cried because i was still alive. And I had become part of that river. Watercolor on paper 29.7x 42.0 cm

I'm letting flow my thoughts. They're moving, coming together, getting stuck. I try to let the scary ones slide far and away. That ones that look back at the darkness yesterday, at the stillness of today, at the fog of tomorrow. Instead, the magical, irrational, sweet, colourful ones, I try to keep them for a while into myself, and then, I let them go, leaving them to move freely into my mind. Today I'd rather be somewhere else. An elsewhere that I can reach only abroad my mind.

We are not apart from Nature and it is our best connection. If we loose the connection to Nature, we loose the connection to ourselves.

If the wind is blowing hard, change your course up to the clouds. Like dreams, they wander under the blue roof of the sky. Here the air is thin and tastes like quiet and storm together. Here you can hide and merge yourself. Multi-faced clouds, so silent and impetuous interlude between dream and reality that you wear like a wig to protect yourself from the noise of the Earth. Let's take off a bit of consciousness and let's get lost in the silent an dreamy turquoise sky

Take care of your soul these motionless days You look so lonely like the moon Don’t allow your heart to crumble You will find a home for your disembodied soul I still can see a glint of light on the broken glass of your eyes

Let's try to turn boredom in something productive. We should not forget that this quarantine is returning us our most important luxury good: the time for your selves. We have no deadlines, we're in no rush, our time depends only on us. Let's turn our boredom into creativity; it's time to focus on the things that we are truly passionate about, it will help us to distract ourselves from other feelings that today are even more frightening.

To all women lockdown in their closed spaces, free your emotions, your dreams,your thoughts to feel yourselves free.

We will return one day to be close We will return one day to hug all Today being apart is just a great labour of love towards each other watercolor on paper 20 x 20 cm

Floating souls through the sky watercolor on paper 20 x 20 cm

Women portrait watercolor on paper 20 x 20 cm

Woman portrait watercolor on paper 20 x 20 cm

Everyone has his own "mind universe" where sometimes winds up unconsciously. Staring off into space, a so unique and individual experience.. falling asleep, daydreaming, resting, meditation, thinking or not thinking..difficult to say. For me, the brain has decided there is nothing more important to focus on than collecting your own thoughts, a deep ocean of thoughts inside which everyone can get lost. watercolor on paper 20 x 20 cm

All their secrets kept in their eyes If you look close enough you can see fragments of their life

Woman portrait

Let's embrace the idea that, in order to live, we must not follow but lead ourselves. Have the courage to walk alone, where the example is yourself. Don't be afraid of standing alone

Storm inside my head that is making me feeling sad This grey and rainy cloud cant stop my eyes talking aloud Today the sky lost all its light waiting for the sun again to be bright

Beyond the veil of form and separation you can feel your own formless and timeless reality watercolor on paper 20 x 20 cm

This painting is inspired by climate change issues and the urgency to deal with it. I symbolised the Nature through a beautiful, gentle, pale woman, like a human tree needs protecting. All around, the surrounding environment is burning. Abstract red, brown and yellow tones represent the fire.

The only place where you can feel yourself truly free is your mind. Nobody can hear your thoughts. You are fragile but you can free yourself without any fear. When I get lost inside my mind No wall to bind myself No doors to lock me in Running Free

You don't know who you are, you don't where you're going. All you know is that every single fiber of your being is calling for a transformation of your spirit. For your rebirth.

Some memories, sometimes, can be a painful place to go back to

It's the time for silence. It's the time when the appearence, made of being sure of yourself, with the right word exactly at the right time, always measured and contained, starts suddenly to crumble. The time when the hard shell you hardly built to protect yourself is vanishing. The time when you feel stripped of that protecting armour that was hiding, obscuring - even to your eyes - your deep world. The time when words are failing and just your eyes are speaking. Layer after layer unvelied you can truly start to discover what authentic beauty lay beneath

Once upon a timeyou were a little girl with big dreams that you promised you'd make real one day. Don't disappoint yourself

Look into my eyes, you can see that hope begins in the dark

The eyes are the place where the love resides

Shades of Blue

That feeling you're not necessary sad, you just enjoy your own company

She was crying silently. That type of crying you feel in your throat, the one when everyone is asleep and you just want to scream but you have to hold your breath. That tears like words that can't be spoken

Everything starts with you. Work on being in love with the person in the mirror and then you can share this with others

A closed world full od stories

To all women who are struggling with cancer, I know the chaos of your soul but do not let it devour your spirit