I lost myself after my mom’s death. I couldn’t find my house anymore. Home was that place where I went deep inside myself and forgot time and the space around me. I couldn’t find my house, my comfort zone, myself, my creativity and my paintings… I knew it was gone for ever and eventually a new house would come but I didn’t know where to find it as I didn’t even know how it would look like. With time I started to build a new house, and, as I imagine, it was quite different: a different self and different art, more deep and symbolic than my previous one.