Tapestry is my reason for living.
Teaching Visual Arts is my way of surviving.
Tapestry is my way of life.
| While I'm weaving, ''music'' comes from inside and I feel as if I were playing harp. |
| The weft becomes my ''strings''. |
| The ''music'' grows... calm, anxious, soft, aggressive, winding ... |
| I love the beauty, the strength, the colour and the mystery of the sea. |
| I love the wet earth scent, the sunlight of my home town, Lisbon. |
| In silence, music melts with feelings. |
| Hours consuming the night... and all my experiences, dreams |
| and passions gain a new life... |
| in tapestries. |