My name¢s Ira and I¢ve been painting ever since I can remember myself. My mum loves to narrate the “tortures” I¢ve caused to her; papers flying around our place, colored pencils spread behind the couch cushions, colorful spots on the furniture and my sheets. But the one incident that most impressed her happened when I was just nine months old and I asked her to give me her pen, in a way only babies are able to ask. My mother handed it to me along with a piece of paper, guessing that I might have inherited her own artistic flair. Well, the test was positive.
Painting for me is, above all else, an escape from my everyday life. It gives me the chance to mentally enter a different world, dream-like and unusual, far away from a predictable and melancholic reality. I love this way out and it¢s my only means to portray thoughts and feelings that seems really hard for me to express using words. My aim is to communicate tranquility, love, hope, all these feelings that fill my heart each time I create a piece of art and to offer a similar to mine getaway to anyone who is able to share these with me, a getaway beyond the cruelty and numbness of today¢s world.