Born in October, under the sign of the scorpion and raised within the safe walls of a small province. A steady job, a single family, the affection of friends: a balanced life, the kind you reach out to. Inside the desire or perhaps the need to find the other part of me, a part that was just "me". And then that day in March. It happened while the cherry trees were blossoming, in my hands a brush and a white canvas to paint my safe harbor from which to finally set sail.