They call me witch. I don't disagree.
Cause could be I can feel, understand, listen and hear them out.
Or perhaps because I believe in power of magic, hidden within each of us.
Particles of it I've hidden in my paintings. Not black, neither white. Colorful. Just like the life is. Like the love. Or even foretelling.
And like belief that we all have our personal key, which unlocks the doors meant only for us into the world of arts hiding all the magic.
See it for yourself through your prism of vision, feel the energy and let it in, stay with it and spread into the surrounding space.
Space where you want to be, happy and living.