“I am now brave enough to call my self an artist”
I’ve lived a transparent life, between 1903 and 1983. I wasn’t brave and I didn’t do what I wanted, I couldn’t separate from my mother nor from the house where I lived. I didn’t get married, I didn’t have children and my family extinguished. I wanted to be an artist, I worked in the secret of my mind but I never created my artworks. Now, thirty years after my death, I am given a second chance from who found my photographs, the only legacy of my existence. You may lose the memory of people who lived in the past, with my art I fight against this: I want to bring back to life characters left without a story.