About five years ago I felt the need to start a new journey, a journey that would take my to find answers to my many questions of life. Starting was not easy. All I had in my hands was a lot of years of recent suffering, including just being kidnapped in Guatemala. I also had with me a lot of paintings. Oil painting and contemporary mixed media. Some that said nothing and were accumulated in my studio back home, and some others that had found their way to some museums and galleries, most of them never coming back, since they found a home with someone new. This would not be of much consolation. My whole life was falling apart as I new it. All my family, my husband, kinds and myself were scared, angry and confused because of the recent events. We all would have to have a new life to start away from home. I had a lot of scars, a lot of forgiving to do to others, and above all, a lot of forgiving to do to myself. Painting was not giving me any consolation anymore, nothing was. I had to start a new journey, one that started in another country, leaving our beautiful country behind, one that was in another land.
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