Art and life for me

Eversince I was diagnosed with breast cancer, art took a new heightened meaning. As an artist who knew that life can end anytime, everything becomes vivid and fleeting. The colors in my palette are synonymous with my garden. Passion raced with time. I look at everything with new eyes, and this is my greatest challenge. How to transform emotions into colors and let them convey the joy, pain, hope, courage and faith in my brushstrokes.
How do you define art? Life and art are the same. Life is a blank canvas, lifeless until the vessel where the heart beats pours his emotions to make it colorful.
The vessel is a clay which the master potter molds, sometimes with too much pressure for the clay to become exceedingly beautiful.
Lines can end where our hope dies. Faith grows, as we explore the new beginnings, whether they are mountains or valleys or endless seas.
Life becomes so priceless when we see the end of the rope.
Art is precious like life, for it is the window of the soul.