Painting burst into my life somehow suddenly, unexpectedly. It permeated every moment of my existence and became a part of me.
Every time I pick up a brush, I transfer feelings and emotions to the canvas. They ask me: Where do you get your ideas for paintings? I don't have an idea of paintings, I have an impression.
The colors that fall on the canvas are a part of my soul. Sometimes, they lie down mysteriously or, one might even say, with deep meaning, and sometimes, they are my spiritual impulses, impressions and splashes of happiness...
I don't want my paintings to provoke, challenge, or intrigue. I want them to be kind fairy tales in the house, to give birth to tenderness and comfort in the souls.
I look around, I do things, I travel, I communicate, and I'm constantly exploring HOW to keep the energy of the moment that impressed me.