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The Way I Water will remind you how to follow the tide of your emotions, this sweet music (the one the river plays) will remind you how to paint. As the current lets go of resistance and fear, be inspired by its fluidity and acceptance. II Within yourself is the space where shines the light you are seeking so look carefully with your open heart and let it envigorate you as you will hear the words to find peace, fulfilment, connection, forgiveness, acceptance, healing, strength, inspiration, clarity. and love Earth, Nature, Water, Sky and Me Mother Earth, thank you for grounding me, I found the Roots. Mother Nature, thank you for your vulnerability the Wilderness of my soul. I followed the tide of my feelings. and found Clarity. Art elevates me among the skies. I painted. Thank you for the Inspiration. Last but not least, I thank myself for still using the paintbrushes and the pens in such a pass...

Art is an elevation for the ones who see the most exquisite everywhere. I often find myself travelling to the most exotic lands where the fruits have the sweetest juice and the most delightful taste. The lands are fertile enough to grow the flowers flowers that smell like a fiery passion The reds, the golds and the pinks are so vivid, it is as if they are bursting out of the dark (out of the dark jungle) in order to flourish and I only have eyes for them. Art is an elevation. As he said, Even out of dirt, we'll make gold. And that's exactly how it is. -I am sincerely thankful that Art elevates me too.- Love, Cadmium Red (M) xx

At times, my mind gets lost in the ocean of my hair, "Bite into them and you'll remember everything". MOTHER, The element of water is the third part of the series. Love, Cadmium Red (M) xx

When I looked carefully, I could see the roots I grew up from. They leaded to the plants and flowers I never expected to bloom so passionately -the jungle I created is a detailed and wild masterpiece- I painted this, before, years ago, when I felt stuck and scared of my own and couldn't bear the fact that : My head is a jungle Now, there is no place I would rather be than in my own body, mind or soul. I'm glad I found my way back although I had tried to hide it so thoroughly. "The plants I draw always have roots because I don't want to deny what they've been through anymore." MOTHER, Mother Nature is the second part of the series. Love, Cadmium Red (M) xx

I saw myself grounded onto Earth, lying on the hard ground. I saw the burning colour, spreading out of my chest like a wildfire. Alive, I am painting with so much passion and lust that  I am burning red I feel it here, I feel it now, shivers down my spine, goosebumps on my arms, heavy breath, adrenaline, lust and inspiration it's like thinking about the moment just before a touch, a connection, an embrace after the desperate need to be close to myself,  Roots are growing out of my body and bury into the ground. Look Love, Cadmium Red (M) xx

WILDFIRE I found it one day, Caught into a vision, visualization of the whole, yet Sometimes I hide things, and then I forget where they are.  Maybe I don’t hide them, but I lose sight of them anyway. Do you know how it is to be true? Oh I forgot, I forget, I don’t know. But why, oh why did it so vividly appear, So intensely clear Yet so suddenly disappeared I thought I had it on hold and oh my, I wish you knew how beautiful it was. It was my very best achievement. Since the new breath I’ve taken, I felt the urge to paint with the heart, the need to paint with my soul. I tried to picture the burning colour, spreading out of my chest like a Wildfire. I wish it was not only a memory, not only a vision, but then I feel it again, only when I'm painting, only when I'm alive. And here I found it again. Love, Cadmium red (M) xx

As my last post was about my first actual pieces of art, I thought it was only fair to tell you about my “painting journey”. This is a long and deep post so I suggest you should  make yourself comfortable, grab a cup of tea and enjoy the read. As always, don’t be afraid to let me know of what you thought about this post!   To me, every moment of inspiration, every artistic block had had a deep significance. It was either the beginning of an epiphany or some sort of disconnection. I just feel so connected to my art that it has kind of shaped itself around my life if that makes sense. I’ve never been sad when I was inspired. This is my artistic journey.   I threw it all away... Let’s go back to 2010. Now if you have read my last post, you’ll think “wait...wasn’t it 2015?” but let me explain! So from 2010 to 2015, I was in secondary school and I used to draw every night. I used to draw my thoughts on paper. I drew on paper because I knew I would throw it...

I thought about how I craved feelings, impressions, real intuitions. This is the first time I drew something. Spring 2015. Vibrant colours I found in me, revigorate the broken, clean the soul. I remember discovering art for the first time while it was dark outside, I grabbed that light blue sketchbook and began to draw. I didn't know what I was doing, I knew what I was doing so well. It was like a long night drive. a way of healing wounds. And I followed it ever since then. I could feel the faint smell of the pastels and the burning too.                           This                                       is                                             my most precious work,      ...

This is ORIGINS, a poem I found the need to read at loud, even though you might have read it. You never heard it from the heart that sang it. Nor saw it through the soul that gave it life. This is a poem I wrote to express the idea of the need to go back to our element, somewhere that feels safe.                              My element is art, I love painting, it makes me feel grounded and happy. I get inspired by life and nature.  I feel myself when I paint, I feel like I'm truly connected to myself and my surroundings when I paint. I feel my body, my soul and my mind which is why it is so special to me, it can be so rewarding and refreshing.   If you have one, what's your element?   (Check out the last post illustrated by Evana  here )

Dear Mother, From the beginning, I knew the embrace between your arms shall be the place I call home. You cupped my hands and joined them to where it beats along the rhythm of life. You reunited the words that I keep on whispering every night : Love, Life and Art. Mama, some trees caught fire. I felt like I needed to go back to my roots, I needed to go back to the place I was born in as if something was missing. Like a baby, I’m running back to you, feeling disconnected, lost – and exhausted. You are the sun, pouring warmth and light. You energise me for your love remains the same : Strong, Patient and Tender. And you are the moon, you are watching me from above, among the stars always inspiring me. Going back to my element is like going back to the place I know I’m safe, a place of love, serendipity and inspiration. Back to my nature of origin, I learn all about feeling and touch again. A perception from the heart.  I am reborn. ...