In my grandmother’s kitchen hangs a gaudy painting. It’s a small thing, with a dubious choice of colors and no frame. Unfit to hang anywhere else, bright red carnation over a field of purple is one of my first artistic achievements. One of the few that remain, that is.

Since my 8-year-old self grabbed the gouache tubes to paint that marvel (not for sale, just in case you’re wondering), much has changed.  I went on to study……

Nowadays, I write, I draw, I paint, and I am an HEMA instructor at Espada Negra