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Sometimes,  just a simple outline is more powerful than any colour.

I decided to keep this drawing as it is and use it as a symbol of silence and meditation.








The 2 most important people in my life and One more



My mother.

My mum, has shaped everything I am. I remember when I was young, she used to spend days teaching me. The first  words she thought me were colours. Yep. I could name all the different colours of the rainbow before I could count.

I used to see her paint in the kitchen. I was so in awe. I remember her with long hair and a flowery dress, painting this beautiful eternal woman…….

She used to let me put the colours from the tubes into the palette. Then as time went by, she used to let me mix her colours with the palette knife. Then she gave me oil paints to paint, but never let me use linseed oil as she was scared it was poisonous.

Time went by, and as I grew into a teenager, she became extremely strict and would never let me go out later than 10. And I hated her for it. Little did I know how good a mother she was.

We used to fight and argue so much in my teenage years. Only today, can I look back and thank her.

I have become exactly who I wanted to become. An artist. Not the best artist in the world, as I always wished to be( far from it) but at least, independent enough to never bow down to convention and  material  fake promises.

My mum is the best teacher anyone can ever have and witness to this are the hundreds  of students whom she has helped blossom into tattoo artists, artists, graphic designers and architects… teachers..etc…..

My mum is amazing.

When I was accepted at CSM, I couldn’t afford to go. We are not a wealthy family, and my father was really opposed. But my mum, out of nothing like, found out about this Benefactor who supported students, Janatha Stubbs, and told me to write to her. This woman, funded my studies, and even though it was hard I managed to struggle trough and get the degree I wanted- BACHELOR OF FINE ARTS , from the University I always dreamed of.

The second most important person in my life, is Janatha Stubbs.

This woman, has not only helped me achieve my dreams but she supported me trough all the years of difficulty and believed in me. Like she did with so many other students who owe her  their qualifications.

This woman is such a good person and has done so much for our  little island. Not only has she supported students through the years, but she also funded Inspire.

I will never understand how  none of the political parties has ever publicly acknowledged her effort in making Malta  a better place for the disabled, but also for how much she has done for the arts.

If I could I would ask the Prime Minister to make her a monument. Because out of everyone she deserves it best.

I feel that I haven’t lived up to her expectations because I always thought I would become  successful enough to be like her and have enough money to fund other students and the arts.

I have faced way too many obstacles which I must admit have defeated me.

But I would like to use the internet, to remind people about this great person. About all she has done for countless people. Nothing can pay her back for her generosity. She has given me  and many others so many life lessons.

There is also another woman, whom I only met once, who showed extreme generosity to me.

Her name is Karen Sanig

I was in tears going trough hell, my artwork had been stolen, I was being bullied and I was desperate. I just googled – best art lawyer- and her name came up. I sent her a picture of my work , in tears and explained my situation not knowing how big the law firm  was.

She called me. I explained I had no money. She still decided to see me and when I went there,  out of charity she explained to me all the mess and the tricks people were using against me and after the life lessons and eye openers,  she opened the door to me to go back to the world and said to me- GO BACK TO THE FAIRIES – Never let anyone tell you what to do.

In one hour, she changed me and made me stronger. I couldn’t even give her an artwork as a payment because everything had been taken away from me. I also  never thought my artwork was good enough for her.

The Moral of this post is-

I can only thank strong women for making me go trough all the hardships in the world. And although I never became the best artist in the world I always dreamed of being, I sure know I have a lot to teach my son.This hopefully will make me a good mother.

And to the  women I mentioned above,  I would just like to say –

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

We women  should be there for each other much more.

I want younger girls to just go ahead with their dreams and tell them to choose their friends carefully. Because although we should stick together some women need to be avoided like the pest.



I always toy with the idea of writing about the men who have made my life an absolute hell, but they just don’t deserve to be  part of the story I want to tell.



12-w750This painting is one that took me long hours and many days to complete.  All the varnishes and glitter also make it extremely difficult to photograph.  Who sees it in real life gets a very different feel to it to those who see it on photo. Mostly because it is so huge,  with all the different effects of light it has that it is impossible to photograph it without  loosing its  various effects. I even had a film crew here  who to tried to film it but the result was far from flattering.  This is a painting that breathes. It is a painting that needs to be looked at as one walks across the room  . A painting that has to be seen from far and as you  walk slowly closer and closer to it , it changes  with you. Alas, I do not have such a big space to give it what it deserves so it is lying quietly in my studio.

But what is it about and how did it come along?

‘Sunrise’  is based on a model of Saint George, on our Maltese flag’s George Cross. It is meant to be a Maltese symbol, but as I worked along something changed. Saint George retained his knighthood, but he became the sun, and the dragon he was slaying turned into his incredible  pet tiger and together , they take over  the girl’s dreams waking her up, maybe from her nightmares, who knows. Only Maltese people who have slept on a beach on a hot summer day, and  have experienced the hot sun rays  of  the early summer sun  on their skin can maybe understand what this painting is really about. You know, when the sun is that hot that it burns into your skin like it’s got   claws…


The importance of sketching- Images from my sketchbook

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There is nothing more important for an artist than a sketchbook.To think I hated sketchbooks up until I graduated. I never was someone to keep a neat one especially because my ideas are so scattered and my love for  large scale canvases has never really helped either.

Nowadays, I never execute a painting with some careful studies. It just is so helpful .

These are  some of the images I have been working on this week . My new intergalactic

people,  Astral travellers I meet during my travels at night.

Will post more images shorty.




About Love again, this time, for my cats.

Anyone who follows me on social media knows I love cats.

I have always had a special relationship with my felines, although some of them are just

headstrong and independent, I cannot help but love them.

These are just some of the paintings  in which I painted my pets, in different forms.

One  can  be a bit perplexed to see a leopard painted and I am saying it is my pet.

But in my world, the world of magical transformation, my cat can turn into a lion, a

leopard and tiger whenever he pleases.

Time to be nostalgic and look at the artwork I painted when I was in love and loved back, and heart broken.



Bathroom princess was commission as a gift of Love from a man to his woman.I was so grateful for him paying me before even starting I really had outdone myself.


Heart break. This artwork is about heart break and how I felt when I found out I was being lied to. Nothing left to say,  people  had even tore this painting for me out of jealousy.


This  Stripper is about a girl,  just really wondering what to do with her life. If there is a better life elsewhere or with someone else.


When I was loved, and still loved. How a person can mark your skin and change your dynamic like a tattoo.


Painted this when pregnant. Waiting for Levi.This painting is about transformation.It is a bit odd as it seems like she is drowning, and bitten by snakes but  this artwork is about the magic and pain a woman feels during pregnancy.


An artwork about relaxation, fulfilment, passion and beauty. I called her sunflower, but this is my recurring theme of  Venus. Life is good.




I didn’t write long paragraphs about each painting  But I decided to group them for today to look at how I changed during the years.

Love is  the most powerful emotion for us  humans and being an artist, I have to acknowledge that it has been a driving force in giving me inspiration for a lot of my works.




Magic Realism


This is one of the artworks that has taken me the longest hours.

I had just moved into my studio in Valletta, and wanted to show Valletta through a

different lens.  This painting is about Barrakka Gardens at night.

I had just come over from a long stay in Madrid where I had deepened my

knowledge  of magical,  the surreal and the superstitious.

One thing I had learnt from the Spanish is to be  myself with a passion . I cannot hide the

fact, that nothing left an impact on my persona and my character as the books I read

when I was a child.

Magic realist literature from latin America   strengthened my need of the absurd and

fantastical so I just decided to turn Barrakka Gardens, into a magical garden of fairies ,

cherubs and incredible animals. The garden I painted  is only visible like this to

children  who like Antonio Sciortino’s les Gavroches, are wandering starry eyed at the

marvels around them.


When Girls undress- my painted porn posters.


Human sexuality is one of the most intricate concepts we humans face. We  still  struggle with over coming taboos and  conventions which try to control an individual’s sexuality and gender.

As French cultural theorist and renegade Surrealist wrote .’Eroticism , unlike simple sexual activity, is  a psychological quest independent of the natural goal’.

This is what fascinates me so much with the Porn Cinema Poster collection from Citylights Valletta and why people are so interested in it.They are portals to the pornographic world which is a taboo, and these  images represent   the unconsummated desire  of something which one cannot publicly show interest in. Looking at them in their historical context, tagging them as vintage,buying the work of an artist who reconstructed them,  makes one’s desire a justified erotic desire.

Some posters  have  an intense  sense of  aesthetics others lack lustre and are just pointblank raw, depending on the type of sexual fantasy  being sold in the film.

As a woman and a feminist I am torn on how or what stand to take when it comes to the sex industry.Should we legalise aspects to it so that we have more control and help its victims? I don’t know and I will not argue.

I couldn’t help myself but feel sorry for these women on these posters, most of them consenting adults.

I was lucky enough to be given cut outS and doubles and I decided to draw on them decorative images which give another narrative  other than raw sexuality, aiming at giving more dignity to the female figures on the poster.



Where the Wild things are- I wanted a boy like Max.


When I was pregnant, I spent endless hours  thinking about 2 things. The name I was going to give my son, and the books I was going to read to him. The  thing about being in a strong and healthy relationship is the fact that certain decisions have to be made by both parents. So I couldn’t really have my way with his name, but maybe that was a good thing. On the other hand, the great thing about being in a strong healthy relationship  is that  parents divide their duties with their children and in this case, literature and education were left totally in my hands.

I spent hours looking for the best picture books with the best stories possible and out of everything, Where the Wild things are, just stood out in every sense. In my eyes, little Max causing mischief of all kinds, sent to bed without dinner, and then dreaming of becoming the king of the Wild things is just too perfect a way to describe a boy.To think that in all this book maybe has 10 sentences and that it is mostly made of pictures makes it even more powerful.

I never managed to find a wolf suit, but I did dress my baby as a wild little cuddly bear. I took some snaps when he was asleep but I drew his sleepy face whilst I was wearing him in  the carrier. I really hope my son grows up to have an incredible imagination  like Max. It would make his childhood magical.

And whilst I was drawing him, I kept repeating to myself…’I’ll eat you up I love you so’