I didn't choose the path to art - it chose me myself at the moment when everything external started to crumble. I used to run a production company and build playgrounds all over the country. But then came the crisis - illness, loss, the almost complete destruction of my former life. And in this inner devastation for the first time took in hands a brush. I started painting not for the sake of galleries and 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, gives strength.

I often hear from viewers that the images in the paintings give peace, warm the soul, inspire and give a sense of inner support - especially to those who have been through periods of crisis. And that, for me, is the highest praise.