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I didn’t choose the path to art – it chose me at the moment when everything external began to crumble. I used to run a production company and build playgrounds all over the country. But then came the crisis – illness, loss, the near total destruction of my former life. And in this inner devastation, I took up a brush for the first time. I started painting not for galleries or recognition, but to breathe. To heal. To feel alive again.
Since then, painting has been my path.
A way of returning to myself.
A way to silence, to light, to the inner “home” that we often lose amidst the hustle and bustle.
My art is about support. Support in myself, in my ancestors, in my native land. About nature as a source and memory. About life in all its depths. I don’t believe in art for the sake of form. What matters to me are feelings, sensations. Honesty is important. It’s important that a painting can breathe. So that it supports, warms, and gives strength.
I often hear from viewers that the images in the paintings bring peace, warm the soul, inspire, and provide a sense of inner support – especially to those who have endured periods of crisis. And that, for me, is the highest praise.