At home, I was still encouraged by my mother  who said "My dear you can be in life whatever you wish to be and soon you
will find your "IT"...   What  is  this  "IT" ?

Early in my teen  years, I was fortunate to discover sports and  my new dream was to train hard so one day     I would represent  my country in the Olympics. Well  "IT" did not happen,  but instead, I discovered  another passion....teaching.
I followed my new dream and erned a Master's  Degree in Physical Education in order to become a teacher. 

At 33, I made a decision to look for a new and better life, escaping from my home country, Poland, and living
in a refugee camp for a year in Capua - Italy. I left behind my family, my home, part of myself,  and part of my soul.

I arrived in Canada in 1989 and found a new and challenging life.  During all that time I never lost  my passion for art.
I saw my life and thoughts  spred on a canvas in my mind. Here and there I would challenge  my artistic side but I was
never confident enough to show it to the world.

Today, encouraged by my family and supportive friends, I have  finally found myself at a point in my life
where I am painting for only one reason, the "IT" my mother spoke of when I was a child.


Thank you for joining me on my journey,

I hope you enjoy "the colour of my soul"
for
my thoughts are the canvas of my  soul.
      
                                                                                                       
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   My friend,
  Allow me to take you  back into my life for just a  moment.
  I was the youngest of three children, raised by a single hard-working  mother.
  We did not have much but we had a good, extremely supportive mother  and  thus
  we had it all.
  Even though I was  one of three children, I grew up feeling that my  mother loved me the  
  most and  that I could  do no wrong.
  Reality hit me for the first time when I was in Grade 3. My homework project  had been
  to do a  painting. I did my first  abstract piece of art and took it to school to show the
  world.
  My mother had said it was "wonderful" and that now I was truly an artist.  However, at
  school I received a "D- " (a failing grade) because the teacher did  not feel I knew my
  colours. Needless to say I was very upset, I couldn't believe no one else liked my painting.

TM
since March 2009