I was raised in a communist regime by poor and a dysfunctional family. I was mentally, physically and emotionally abused by the person who was in charge of loving me and keeping me safe, my father. I spent many years in the dark, I thought I had no voice since I wasn’t allowed to speak my thoughts until one day I had an idea of a painting, I went out bought some art material and went to work. I can honestly say today that, I found freedom, peace, love and joy in art. When I paint I express myself, I share my feelings and I can speak at last through my art. I freed myself from my past bondage and today I can say my art makes me humble and privileged. I am an artist.