For years I’ve been struggling to find my way in this often confusing and messy word. Bad relationships, poor life choices, people I was yearning to find a connection with and craved their affection – would only turn into a big disappointment; an unnecessary drama that created pain and yet brought some meaningful lessons in disguise… perpetually being busy running after someone else’ love and appreciation, I didn’t know the first thing of how to give that love to myself. It often felt like I didn’t deserve my love and respect. So I would stick to a new race for approval and find more mess heading my way like a tornado sweeping across Kansas’ corn fields.

And then was this time when I went to visit my beloved National Gallery in London to see some paintings by John Constable. I sat down right in front of the painting and stared. I’ve stared for hours and finally it “spoke”: “All my thoughts and aspirations, my love for life, my dreams… everything that made me John Constable was gone with my last breath that turned into air. But my soul still shines through the paintings, they are like portals that take you from space and time when you understand that nothing is really gone… if you choose to leave your print and create a ripple effect”