My home was an island, a small place with a tropical look and a temperate feel. Time passed slowly. Everything was leisure. Not much changed from day to day, but for my face, slightly older every time I saw its reflection in the crystal-blue waters of the surrounding ocean. I didn’t mind. I knew the same people since I was born, and we were family. A small number of people left our island and moved onto it, respectively sent off with tearful joy and welcomed with open hearts. I never fell in love, but I was well loved and I loved greatly. I did not have everything, but I had everything I needed.I pursued creation in many forms – painting, drawing, writing, weaving, cooking. One day I stepped back from a painting and realized with a great sense of accomplishment that I had pictured a perfect sunset. The canvas emanated the light I had painted. Such a small achievement, but it did not seem unimportant to me. I looked back over my life and I was content.