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As a kid I loved to draw, I loved it more than anything. It “struggled” my epilepsy and helped me understand the world, as well it helped the world to understand me. This is how it all started. Hospitals, busy parents, timid character. Hesitation, shame, fear, dreams. Most of the time daydreaming. I truly believed that I was able to succeed only in my dreams. I have been growing up misunderstood (неразбрана) and lonely, I communicated mostly in my mind, mostly with myself. I cannot remember how I stated writing probably I found another way to express myself, another way to find comfort.
I met the love of my life at 16, we married young, had a child. People usually regret those kinds of choices, but for me these are the most meaningful moments of my life.
But the world goes round… I stopped painting, I was “painting” my daughter, the most fortunate and most loved creation of mine. I continued writing, because my need to share didn’t leave me.

My husband is working for a foreign company- we live a bit here, a bit there. I know it sounds interesting and indeed it is lots of fun and also can enrich your life. But sometimes it is hard and lonesome experience far from home far from relatives and friends… this is how I reunited with my first love - the painting. I clutched in it and seemed like everything fell into place…
For quite long time the man next to me incited me to show myself to the world. I was plucking up courage for long, but in June 2016 we published a book of poems. I am extremely happy to share with you, that it worked out well and it was also well embraced. You can find more information about my book of poems HERE and HERE.

I thought I have missed lots of things in my life, but it turned out that the dreams come true, if you are honest with yourself and the others. And I truly believe that if you give your best no matter what the price is, the best comes right back to you. Decide to continue with the revelation and to show myself to you in colors with my paintings, you can see in the gallery of the website,  so God help me...
There is a thought that I really like, it is from a movie or something, I am not quite sure, but it sounded something like this: it is better to regret something you have done than something you haven’t.

  • The books that we haven’t written…
  • The paintings that we haven’t painted…
  • The songs that we haven’t sang…
  • The thoughts that we haven’t shared…
  • The words that we haven’t said…
  • The desires that we suppressed…
  • The actions we have been ashamed of…
  • The courage that we haven’t felt…
  • The children that we haven’t conceived…
  • The flowers that we haven’t planted…
  • The love that we didn’t dare to feel…
  • The dreams that we haven’t dream…
  • The daydreams that didn’t come true…
  • The success that we haven’t reached…
  • The houses that we haven’t built…
  • The homes that we haven’t made…
  • The sense that we haven’t found…
  • The happiness that we haven’t discovered…
  • The people that we haven’t believed in…

In order to stop this, I dare
to create as much as I am capable of.
To share without hesitation
And not to look for explanations
And I promise to give my best
And to always be thankful for:

  • The friends that we have met…
  • The roads that we have walked…
  • The years that we have been trough…
  • The partings that we have survived…
  • The people that we have said goodbye to…
  • The disappointments that we have had….
  • The chances that we have recognized…
  • The places that we have seen…
  • The memories that we left…
  • The potentialities that we have used…
  • The yearnings that we have understood…
  • The worries that we have forgotten…
  • The eyes that we have closed…
  • The hearts that we have comforted…
  • The tears that we have wiped…
  • The wounds that we have bandaged…
  • The cries that we have deafened…
  • The pain that we have treated…
  • The agony that we have stopped…
  • The life that we have lived…