To create for living and to ive for creating

In my childhood memories I am reminding of long afternoons drawing, listening to music and fairytales. At a certain point writing started to take a privileged place and I forgot my pencils and colours. But the idea of grabbing a brush has come to my mind more than once during these long years devoted to maternity, writing and music. So, maybe just by chance, about a year ago, I found the courage and the time to colour some sheets of paper and this new dream has blossomed: whether it is going to grow and become an unexpected adventure or  it will just remain another beautiful idea, it will depend on you, too

But in the end, the most important thing is to see la vie en fleur.