One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began though the voices around "you kept shouting their bad advice..." starts a poem by Mary Oliver.
I intuitively start each painting with one color, one shape. And then I have to let it sit until it speaks to me, until it tells me where it wants to go next. And that becomes the process. Back and forth adding new shapes and colors. Balancing, disrupting and finding ways forward. Each shape sort of represent a story, a memory and they either rest on each other or fit into each other bind by tiny strips of gold or black. The strips are what binds everything together. To me they represent love. Love as the only power to heal. Yourself, others and the world as a whole.