Today I’m 39 and still the same girl as 20 years ago (mostly). I still dream of being an artist and having my own atelier, where I can submerge and get lost from the rest of the world. I still dream of painting flowers, I love them. I thought that at 39 one must have an almost completed path, with a secured future ahead... but I don’t have it. I just lived these 39 years, working hard, traveling, trying new things, falling in love, getting heart broken, having a baby, falling in love again, remarrying and reinventing myself.

So, what about turning almost 40? For me, it's awesome, because now I have so much experience, I’ve been blessed with my surroundings, family and friends. I’m happy I met new people who encourage me to do better things, and the "usual suspects" who always loved me (no matter what), are still in my life.

I still have dreams at 39…. I still have a path full of ambitions and new projects. At 39 I still collect vintage postcards, handwritten letters... there’s something about words and handwriting that a computer can’t surpass. At 39 I still love Frida, the friend I never met. I still photograph everything with my phone, and most of all, I still take my brushes and make a mess like a little girl when I paint.

39 feels awesome, can’t wait for my dreams to take shape this year!!!!!

Happy Monday everyone, this weekend I had a little time to paint and unwind. As usual, I painted flowers, the more I do, the more I love them. There's something about them that just bring me joy. Maybe its because they are and they where part of every special moment in my life. I don't know, I just know that I love them.

Browsing in the internet, I found Cicely Mary Barker, and Artist and Illustrator that was most known for her Fairy Flowers series. Most of the books she illustrated and wrote, where children books. I read she used her sister's kindergarden children's as models, and draw them with flowers. She even made the costume with wings.

I see this illustrated pictures, and just imagine her, drawing in her table, water colors in one side, and a jar full of flowers on the other. She painted the flowers with the exact botanical characteristics. It must have been the perfect environment, that Cicely was one lucky girl, painting flowers all day, dreaming of fairies and all things wonderful.

You can find the Complete Book of Flower Fairies in this link below:

Of course, life is no Fairytale, but maybe dreaming of flowers and fairies, can ease away our sorrows. Happy week everyone!!!