When I was a child, I always rode in the car with my parents and on the way home I always saw a pink house, it always stayed in my mind, but my parents never stopped the car so I could see and touch it. So this “pink” house became just a memory that I always looked for but never found.

I look at the concept of the pink house nowadays and I see that it was much more than a house, it was a desire, it was my genuine person trying to find myself. The color pink, which for a long time was said to be something feminine, for me symbolizes love and the desire to be who I am and always have been.