Painting opens a doorway to what cannot be spoken. With each brushstroke, I step into a realm where colours become emotions, silence becomes language, and something greater than myself moves through me—at once grounding and freeing.
I was born in a communist country, where freedom felt like a distant dream. Later, I moved to England and built a life as a psychotherapist, devoting many years to listening to the hidden stories of the human heart.
When my mother passed away, something within me shifted. Out of my grief came an unexpected calling: the urge to paint. The moment I picked up a brush, I felt as though I had been reunited with a part of myself I never knew was missing. Painting quickly became more than a pastime—it became an obsession, a lifeline, a sacred language that expresses what words cannot.
Beyond painting, I have always loved to travel. Every new place feels like a canvas of its own—its skies, its light, its rhythm. My dream is to bring these passions together: to travel and paint side by side, capturing not only landscapes but the spirit and soul of the places I encounter.
For me, painting is both a mystery and a homecoming. It is where my past, my grief, and my longing meet something timeless, something beautiful, something alive.
