I love to draw. When the whole world goes quiet, and the only sounds in the room are the light of the lamp and the rustle of the pencil on paper, I take charcoal or pastel and begin to slowly trace the lines. First just the contour, then the shadows, then the color. Each stroke is like a touch, like a breath, like a kiss. I draw flowers, nude bodies, sunsets, the eyes of men who look at me for too long. Sometimes I draw myself in the mirror, in a way no one has seen me. Naked, vulnerable, but strong. And every time a painting is finished, I feel like I've given a part of myself to the paper. And then I look at it and think: this is me. The real me.💕💕