My paintings reflect feelings buried deep inside those, not accepted by the forceful brain or society. Today its astonishing for me to be a part of this legacy, the forgotten one. And it's absolutely astonishing to acknowledge that tempera’s been used for over 3 millennia in ancient Egypt, but then forgotten. I'm passionate about tempera either - it allows to use different techniques and layers either imitating oil or watercolor. Far beyond everyone the person who really likes these artists and admires their boldness to change world's perception of things around. Ones, who were not afraid to be and seem 'different', not like the majority, not like “the others”. My inspiration and admiration are born by unique, outstanding and unusual people, like Chagall, Hundertwasser, Picasso, Jawlensky and Schiele.

And I still must be going forward, because now there’s no way back.

Still being on this journey, I met unique people, faced my own fears and my own depth. Until the point of no return, which I didn’t chose, but was forced to be in there, to accept the circumstances, to accept my feelings – the ones I have never felt before - and my own pain, to forgive my deeds and the choices I made and learn to let go. Lying to myself, living somebody’s else life, being surrounded by wrong people – I still was hesitant to make a step forward. But I didn’t have courage to get back on “my path”. Having spent 11 years in business, I've then acknowledged that somewhere along this way I lost my own identity as a passionate artist, the seeker and traveler through life. And this acknowledgement razored my mind and body from above as it was hard to accept it from the very beginning.

Wild bleeding heart sketch id