Esther!

Esther ! my head jerks up . My lip quivers . I look up than lower my gaze. The teacher is scowling. My ten year old heart beets rapidly. "I suggest you stop drawing doodling and listen . I lower my pencil
My pasion for drawing never died , though it was years later when i finaly picked up a paint brush.
As a teen I joind the art club in school. I metb quirky freinds and blended in. As i grew older I learnt more techniques. The Art was coming to life. The textures and colors were starting to sing.

Than i married and it all came to an abrupt stop !

This is the About Section

As the years past by, I grew older:)
My life went in diffirent directions. Many tough moments added to my life experience.

After the birth of my daughter I experienced depresion and enxiety, that's when I took the paint brush in my hand and expressed what I had gone through all those years.

I put the diffirent moments of my life into colors, and then shed some tears of reliefe.

I like to say that my heart created my art and that is the beauty in it:)