My works are my soul laid bare, all that is within me stirs,everything within me cries or is silent. Every painting is like apiece of a puzzle incomprehensible even to myself. I never givethe interpretation of my work because when I’m in a trance and paint, even I know what I wanted to express. Also I can not always satisfy the speed of the emotion with the speed of my hands. I began to paint as a young girl on a white cloth, canvas but not the classical stuff true, that my mother gave me as his tailoringwaste. I stared at these fabrics on the lids of the boxes Chiefsoutfit that my mother bought for me and my sister, for that ancient Sicilian tradition that wants this accumulation of underwear for girls. I used to paint with impetuous force, noteven holding the stand on my strong gesture and then soon left him entirely After painting I felt totally drained, as if I had all the guts out of me and everything that was inside me now was there before infront of me, in those struggling with the beautiful colors of myblack dark.