Growing as a child in society where conformity was highly praised and rewarded was similar to being confined inside of the invisible but, yet, strong shell. Discovering art and, particularly, cubism early in life cracked the “shell”. Piece by piece the “shell” was falling as I explored artists that forged a sacred space in my soul. Picasso, Kandinsky, Braque… My new true self had hatched…

 

My first timid steps in painting eroded the boundaries of self reservation. Furthermore, I realised that working in cubism allowed me to be different and not afraid of being misunderstood. I started voicing my opinions freely through the universal language of art.  

 

Career in modelling and cross cultural experience of living in Paris, Tokyo and London added more “colors” to my palette of diversity. Depicted characters brought to life through prism of my emotions at particular moment in time is my reflection of life events requiring the answers. Time is suspended and my answers immortalised on the canvas. Informational overload, bustling, media hype - all external influences cease to exist. My mind is freed and my art is sublimation of my inner self that I am willing to share with outside world.