For the love of writing…

Looking into my eyes, do they weep? Not tears of sorrow, but drips of realms, flowing deeply into my crevices, spilling my truth into the vast unknown. My language is unspoken yet alive, vibrant and bold in every stroke I place. Colour becomes my voice—a symphony born from silence, creating passion and magic in every breath.

Do you see me in the hues I choose? Do you feel my silence echoing within each line? Wounds buried deep emerge like shadows purged by sunlight, reborn in the sanctuary of paint where stories unfold. Here, truth words dare not speak, and emotional words dare not hate.

Art is my voice, a prayer etched in my soul. Through crimson, burnt umber, and gold, I breathe life into my veins—a testament to art’s power to inspire hope and spark variation. Each layer transforms the world before me, revealing the gardens I dream of: gardens where hate cannot grow, where love blooms unbound, radiant and eternal.

Look closer—do you see the landscapes I dream of? The canvas is my mirror, a reflection of my spirit unfurled in bold yet gentle colours. Every stroke whispers my essence, my stories of love and loss—each pigment a piece of the world I create.

I am a woman with paint-stained hands, living for the smell of wood at the tip of a brush’s dance. Every stroke beats with life; every colour sings its memory. My art invites connection, urging you to feel the emotions cascading through these pigments. In swirling shades, I find clarity—passion burning brighter than fear, pulling me closer to light’s embrace, even when shadows try to dim its glow.

Forgive me if my art speaks too loudly or if chaos feels unfamiliar. But this is our shared world—each brushstroke invites us to discover and create something new.

I am a woman chasing the impossible, painting endless possibilities into existence. My voice lives in my colours; my authentic self is alive in every stroke. I invite you into this bespoke realm of magical thinking, where love and loss intertwine, and darkness blooms into beauty; capturing art’s infinite power, we become more potent by the hour in our love when loss carries power.

Life’s journey,
– Gio