Since I was young I was different; I loved making pottery. I loved putting shapes that seemed parallel but so unique because I made my personal touch in them. My source of colors were from different natural elements such as flowers, plants, and even fishes. Pottery represented me and my mood. If I was angry and strong I would choose Hot strong colors. If I was happy in Utopia I would choose calm colors such as Yellow, ocean blue, purple and Amber. you wonder how did I get purple or amber?
it was all wine. it gave also to the pottery a tasty smell and look at the same time. My mom told me I would waste my time being artistic and that would never serve me good in the future. But I loved doing what I was doing because I felt that represented my soul the most. I love art, art is the key of self satisfaction and source of joy.