One word, multiple meanings: awakening.

After years in the dark, a part of me long forgotten sees light again, and wonders why it took so long; as a child, I’m filled with desire and excitement to experience life through different eyes.

It’s as well my perception of art which awakens and discovers the incredible expressive power of charcoal: no distractions from colors, just black.
Capturing moments of life through shapes and lines, as I mark the pure white surface using a multitude of charcoal forms: sticks, bricks, pencil, powder dragged by a stump or ragged paper and finally sprayed with acetone.

Awakening are all these female expressions stolen from intimate moments, each questioning existence in their unique and sacred way.

Here I am, finally awake.