The story behind the painting

It’s hard not to get too personal in expressing such a deep feeling. There are unconscious wounds, inherited or developed during childhood that guide our very hands, our daily steps.

What decision will you make if you know you are loved? What will you choose if you feel wounded, alone in the world?

I painted this while triggered by one of these old wounds, and it’s as if I had made a trip through time. I went back to when I could feel held and surrounded, and had nothing to worry about. That’s when I started feeling blue too.

It’s gone. I cannot go back to my (spiritual) mother’s wombs. I don’t feel ready for the world but can’t go back in time either. There’s only one way possible: forward, and with as much grace and courage as possible.

♫ I wanted less but nothing greater
I couldn't leave, I couldn't stay, sir (…)

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
So far from home.