I love the coziness of home - the comfort, the warmth, the feeling of a sacred area in which I can exist calmly and honestly.
I want my paintings to contribute to this feeling in the home of their owners.
I talk to them sometimes while I'm painting them or after I finish. However, I accept that they are not mine. For me - it remains the intimate introvert creative process, but the end result has its own destiny. The right person finds them at the right time.
After I read Ernest Becker's - Denial Of Death I am now convinced that I started making art as a way to cope with my own mortality.