Gino’s Story

Who is she? Where did she come from? Why is she here? The light shines and a silhouette appears - graceful, warm, radiant. The time has come for us to meet and without her saying a word, I know she is here for me, to protect me, to guide me. How do I know her though I have never seen her before? How do I understand what she is saying when all I hear is silence? Here she is, at last and I have to paint her. I need to give her life.