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 life.
My sense of self was truly compromised and the world around me was different. I found it difficult to distinguish between hours, days, months and years. Time became distorted.
I started to paint in order to forget but this led to a craving of something more. Art became the vehicle back into the real world, in a less painful way.
I completed a Masters in Art some years later and since devoted my practice to understanding my place on earth.
Lisa Kotoulas
My sense of self was truly compromised and the world around me was different. I found it difficult to distinguish between hours, days, months and years. Time became distorted.
I started to paint in order to forget but this led to a craving of something more. Art became the vehicle back into the real world, in a less painful way.
I completed a Masters in Art some years later and since devoted my practice to understanding my place on earth.
Lisa Kotoulas