Looking back into my earliest memories, it comes to mind a little girl with a pencil in her hand, painting on every surface at her fingertips: a newspaper, a magazine, the wallpaper in the living room, or the leatherette 70’s sofa.

A pencil in my hand is the natural way of expressing myself. Many people write a diary. My drawings are my diary. Most of them are full of writings: notes, texts I wrote myself or read from others. Those texts have sometimes inspired me, allowed me to explain or complete thoughts and support my drawings.

Here you can find a part of my work, the oldest one, the recent one, and the projects I’m working on right now.

Welcome to my place.