I S A B E L L A
I usually find solace whenever I paint.
I consider my art room my sanctuary, a place where I can simply escape, and be surrounded by vibrant hues that breathe life into my canvases. With each stroke of my brush, I lose myself in a manifestation of my own thoughts and colours, momentarily detached from reality.
That's all art has ever been for me, my escape, my way to forget, even for just a second...
I stand in front of an A3 canvas, roughly painting onto each with a series of powerful strokes and swings, covering the canvas with black and white paint. I don't quite know what I'm painting yet, all I know is I want to take my frustration out onto this canvas...
"Isabella? Isabella, are you in here?" I soon hear my mother's voice interrupt my concentration, making me pa
