I have been painting since childhood.

I never simply saw colours — I felt them.

While others painted the world around them, I created abstract worlds filled with colour and imagination. Yet instead of encouragement, I was often met with criticism and rejection. My work was ridiculed, criticised, and even torn apart in front of my classmates.

Eventually, I stopped painting.

Not because I had lost my love for it, but because I had learned to adapt, to fit in, and not to stand out.

For many years, art no longer played a central role in my life. Instead, I followed a path shaped by responsibility, achievement, and the desire to meet the expectations of others.

Only much later did life lead me back to painting.

During a period of profound physical and emotional challenges, I rediscovered art. What began as part of a therapeutic process became something far greater.

I did not only find my way back to painting.

I found my way back to myself.

Today, I paint from the same intuition that guided me as a child.

Through my work, I explore transformation, trust, and the courage to find one’s own path — even when it seems to have been lost for a long time.

Because art means freedom to me.

And perhaps it is also the reason why today I can finally be who I was always meant to be.