What You Are Is Good Enough
After a hard year receiving unsuccessful emails from real estate agents and clients I decided to keep doing what I know best and what is pure for me regardless the constant outside rejection. I kept repeating to myself that what I do is good enough and I keep watering this magical tree that is my practice as an artist and everything that's important and true to me.
Each element is a little part of who I am. My favourite Australian flower, the house of my dreams, the chair where everything turns real, my little Sad Diablito, the mountains which is my favourite part of the world, the clouds that brings rain, my favourite natural phenomenon because there is nothing like a rainy day, the coffee machine that brings this gorgeous smell to the house in the morning, a building where my broken pieces live, a cup of tea that reminds me of the windy afternoons with my auntie, a crystal that helps me make magic, a pyramid that represents my dream of traveling to Egypt, my bed where I cry myself out and also rest, two little houses that remind me of all the places I have been living in, my vulva that is part of my Pussy period where everything started, a flower vase where I put my Australian flowers to make me company and a tree, my best friend.