I like combat sports, fast cars, night clubs, gadgets that make noise, and parachuting. A curious mixture for a gentle, delicate woman, perhaps? Even more so for a painter, right? But...I also like tenderness, gentleness, kindness, and things "beautiful" in every sense of the word. And at this point, no one finds anything to add.

If indeed I take a look at my life, I realize I'm an ongoing contradiction, one moment a frenzied egocentric balancing on the edge of selfishness, the next moment brimming with altruism and unrivalled generosity! Afflicted as I undoubtedly am by simultaneous superiority and inferiority complexes in constant battle with each other, I have either a "screw loose" or "too many screws", resulting in "creative tantrums". In such moments of hysteria, I need an release valve, so I paint. That's the unbridled exhibitionist, "bonkers" side of me. As for the rest, my modesty prevents me from saying much more.

Walk into my paintings and "take a stroll" between a welling up of tears and a burst of laughter.