My mother was never able to live from painting due to prejudices encrusted in her society on her youth, so to survive, she resorted to sewing. The recurring concept was: “Painting is not for a woman; sewing is alright!”
Fact is, I learned to like painting because of her. When I was a child, I used to scramble all her brushes and play with her tubes of oil paint. Many years later, I attempted to start painting with watercolour. It was such a struggle, I thought that I’ll never make it.
After numerous tries, now I think I have found myself through the combination of painting and photography. Using a special software, I paint over photographs until I can get something that is pleasing to my eyes, just like a real painting.
I know it is not a concrete and palpable one, but I feel the pleasure of painting, even if just digitally!
