At the entrance of her studio, reminiscent of some vast mythic vestibule, innumerable sensations, characters, visions and dreams queue to settle on her canvases. Sometimes they are lyrically cloaked in the ungraspable silk of childhood. Sometimes they are furious, even nightmarish. Hence, her dedication to the monumental, to large formats, to grandiose compositions that never end on a single canvas. They continue onto the next and onwards, in whole cycles. Had she lived in the Middle Ages, Pamela would have cer­tainly