For me, in person, art is a kind of existential need, since I remember myself by always being full of creative work, painting, graphics, ceramics, embroidery, knitting actually from everything next to hand.

I was born in Vienna, Austria, close to Grandma Stella, who loved crafts mainly making large wool rugs with intricate examples. And I would sit next to her and draw, colored pencils, panda and gouache. Since childhood I have been addicted to colors and painting, painting here and now in optimistic colors, allowing me to deal with traumas and loss - ‘sweep under the rug’ pain and weakness.

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Today, most of my work is in painting, acrylic on canvas, or other materials, pencil and panda drawings. This year I was working on my graduation project, researching my artistic endeavors, returning to my memories of Grandma and the rugs she did, she was a proud, well- groomed woman and kept a dignified appearance and anything that didn’t fit was sweat under the rug, And that was the crux of my research.