With my dad being one of the greatest architects of the country and my mom who is an amazing painter, I was blessed to grow up in a family who appreciated art in every sense. I can't remember when was the first time I started painting but I do remember my mom covering a big wall of our house with them. I started getting more interested cause I could use the power of my childhood fantasy to take me wherever I wanted. I could lose track of time in the colors, could create whatever I wanted, whatever I wanted to say and maybe not wanted to say. And till this day, whenever I stand in front of a white canvas, I just get lost in time and go back to my childhood house with the big pool, with the trees all over, with the blue sky ... I'm just a child again, with wild dreams, with so many words to say, to express...