- My life reminds me of a cloud, I'm always flying somewhere, the only things that change are sceneries, people's faces, names of hotels, and the rest is an endless dialogue with beauty. As inspiration is spilled everywhere – in raindrops, the sound of wind, the breath of the sea, everywhere. The most important and probably the most difficult thing is being able to feel it. To see the seen in the unseen, the infinity in the finiteness. I've always painted in my imagination – on the sand, stones, and at some point I moved onto canvases, paper. When I studied at the renowned St. Martins School in London, one of my professors was the famous Louise Wilson. She was the person who suggested making a living out of painting to me, but at that time I had other things on my mind.
When I reached my breaking point, and it seemed like my whole world shattered in one instance, it was painting that saved me. It gave me wings, which I continue to fly on till date. I'm thankful to the universe for that overcoming, because it is what helps us get back to our roots, meanings, to the self. I recall, five years ago when I was drawing on scraps of paper, tissues, my elder son, German, a wonderful artist and designer, student of the St. Martins Scholl in London, said upon seeing it, "Mum, what an interesting line", and that marked the start of my journey. I will always be thankful for these words. At a time when you don't trust yourself, only one word of one person who could believe in you, is enough to change everything. It's an unbelievable power, which forges miracles!!!