L'explication en image de ce qu'un point peut devenir dans l'infini, cette phrase m'a beaucoup plu ..
D'une personne croisée, lors d'une exposition.

 pour moi de la peinture ne peut être que le reflet de l'âme. Elle est une page blanche, comme oubliée, cette toile qui me regarde. Depuis plus vingt ans que je me cherche et que je cherche encore.

J 'ai su au fil du temps imposer un style qui   m'est propre, celui du " pointillisme fauve ", riche de couleurs et de joie de vivre, ces toiles, je pense, ne laissent pas indifférents : on aime ou pas. D’année en année j'ai réussi à trouver ma voie, marquant chaque toile de mon empreinte chaleureuse et gaie. Mon univers de peintre recompose à travers la peinture toute une poésie et le bonheur du regard.

Vous pouvez visiter ma galerie peinture en cliquant sur la photo

The paint is only the reflection of the soul ..
My universe: My painting,which protects me from this world where it is increasingly difficult for me to enter.

                       I am there well, in my world. It is there that, surrounded by those which are expensive to me, I paint.

But I need also the smile of my husband. I need to fell the cocoon of my family In this workshop, where are born

so much paintings, so much research.Books posed that and there, my children's photographs.It’s only there, than I feel myself at ease, in the odour of the terebenthine and of my paintings. I will have liked to travel, to leave at the end of the world, but finally, I travel through them. They become my world, which I build day after day.

In front of my canvas, I flee the fear, the anguish, very is erased. I invite you to enter there, just to see.
Like one says, one likes or one don’t like, but here, it is my passion and I hold with you to make it divide.
And in any case, I also make a point of thanking, my husband who accepts that the house is not always well arranged,my children which take to me as I am, a little in the clouds,some will say much, and it is perhaps true.
 Olga