Art snuck back into my life as an adult. It came as a reprieve after losing my eldest daughter at age six. Her unexpected death meant my world would never be the same.
My life was now in two parts, pre and post her.
Any previous sense of self was compromised and the world around me was different. I found it difficult to distinguish between hours, days, months and years. Time was distorted and confusing.
Painting became the vehicle back into the real world, in a less painful way.
Lisa Kotoulas
My life was now in two parts, pre and post her.
Any previous sense of self was compromised and the world around me was different. I found it difficult to distinguish between hours, days, months and years. Time was distorted and confusing.
Painting became the vehicle back into the real world, in a less painful way.
Lisa Kotoulas