As a child, I searched for magical portals in my childhood garden, trying to communicate with the wind and fairies. Then, as an adult, I forgot that language, and burnout at the age of 32 extinguished my ability to imagine any future.
It was in that silent autumn that, in order to start breathing again, I picked up a pencil and brush to heal myself.
Through my art, I found access to those portals I used to open as a child.
And so, I decided to open them for others too, for those who, like me, seek magic and do not know how to find it.
I began to create magical illustrations that protect and collect the magic of fairies and express the wishes of those who ask for them.
To remind us that magic is always there, we just need to have the courage to go back and seek it out and protect it.
