About

As a child, I asked my mother to draw paper dolls for me. I would cut them out and create a little world for them. Later, I saw the work of a friend who attended art school. I held it in my hands and felt as if another, enchanted world had opened before me.

I wanted very much to become part of it.

Even when I had to leave art school, I never stopped drawing. I drew in notebook margins, on the last pages, and for school exhibitions. It seemed that my hand was always drawing whenever it found a place.

Later, I studied at a professional art studio and then trained as a conservator of easel and mural painting. I was happy to spend entire days in the studio and stay at the easel until late in the evening.

I remember that feeling after many hours of work, when your feet ache and yet you love it — because you know another day has been filled with creativity. For me, it was an extraordinary happiness.

After more than twenty years of practice, I have understood that painting is not simply what I do.

It is how I see the world.

I think and paint through feeling. I notice light, color, movement, and atmosphere, and I try to find an artistic language for them. Plein-air painting holds a special place in my practice. I love painting directly in nature — being inside the space, feeling the light, the air, the movement, and the constant change of everything around me. In this living contact with nature, I do not simply observe it; I feel as if I become part of what I am painting.