Category: Gallery

The unlikely couple has found the key to marital bliss.

She goes to The Spot where she and her Momma used to go for many years. They talked and sung their favorite songs. She keeps going there long after her mother is gone. She knows her mother is with her then.

The Caribbean, 2008. Discovered ancestors bring peace and add meaning to our lives. But, how do we make the discovery? True story. A long life of uncertainly questioning myself why I could not connect with my sisters and cousins. Why? Whats wrong with me? True, I was growing up in the orphanage till six. My father took me there. And then two older sisters were found too. I left my father’s home at fourteen. No matter how many chances, I tried to build relationships with my sisters, it ended up with painful experiences.

Ten years ago, I had experienced life regressions session with the famous therapist Brian Weiss, Author of “Many Lives, Many Masters”. This session brought out the answer, which was crispy clear. I’ve seen my true connection with far down the line ancestors. How far down? No idea. This painting is inspired by it!

Living in “The Moment” is what she wanted to do. Dancing away all her troubles.

Mother discovers her daughter was pregnant before maturity age only when her daughter loses the baby. This event brings Mother and Daughter close.

We must learn from the past, but be prepared to leave it behind or risk being imprisoned by it.

This is a true story of a young woman who was engaged, but due to a catastrophic accident, lost her fiancé. Years later, she still goes to the cemetery with flowers on the Day of their wedding which never took place. Will she ever move on?

A young, beautiful woman misses the fun and joy  that life has to offer because she listens to her inner voice, her “protector.” 

Goodbye forever may not always be Forever.

The First Goodbye to Stepmother Polya took place in 1974 due to leaving the Soviet Union for good. Seventeen years later, after the collapse of the Soviet regime, I had an opportunity to be a translator to a Canadian Journalist who did not speak the Russian language. He had been following Russian history from an early age by reading all he could get his hands on about it. His prediction of two years prior were spot on. The trip back to Moscow as his translator presented me with an opportunity to re-visit my stepmother. This was the sad moment, saying the Last Goodbye.