When I was 15 years old, my father, a very big patron of the arts took me to my first sort of non traditional retrospective, one featuring the artist Francis Bacon.

We had gone to the museum several times at that point, but had generally stayed with Egyptian art, or paintings and sculptures of the Renaissance. Nice things, pretty images, sometimes challenging and important messages, but as an all around rule,safe for a young girl to be exposed to.

Than we went to the Francis Bacon retrospective, and i cannot deny, that this moment in my life, feels like the most important,and the very first day of my life.

Here I am, 15 years old, lovingly eyeing these twisted and groteque figures, and misshapen bodies, and blood spots splattered across the floor. And I think to myself, this, this is what i want to do.
I want to create things that jerk you out of your mindset and make you think something else, not things that are safe and pretty and normal. You wont see nudes, or flowers, or bowls of fruit. I wanted it so badly.

In school i instantly threw myself into the art classes, went to an art college, bought every book on art theory, history, a myriad of talented people stacked across my room. Kandinsky, Klee, Pollock, Van Gogh, Klimt, Miro, and of course, Francis Bacon.

I guess, i dont know why they did it, why they threw themselves into the art world, not all of them did very well to say the least, and years later you see touching masterpieces like The Kiss or Starry Night on plates and bowls and mouse pads.
Either way, i think they did it for the same reason why i did, because i wasnt made to do anything else.
Theres nothing in the world i want more to do than to create, paint, sculpt, whatever it is, it is all ive ever wanted.

I know, that at the moment my options are limited, and this page can only show a fraction of what ive got in my portfolio, and not in very clear detail. And I know that it takes a lot of hard work, blood, and passion, but i am, and always have been, willing to go there with it.

Thats what a good artist does, you dont just grace us with your creations, you do everything you can to bring this thing you have to create into fruition. One of my paintings, took me over a year to complete. A year! I spent weeks not touching it, agonizing on what to do. But really, those days where i stared at this half filled in canvas all day long, that was heaven for me!


I create, not out of the want for anything, id be just as fine doing well as i would dying in a mental institution and being sans an ear (well not JUST as fine but close enough).
I create, paint, photograph, sculpt, draw and build, because it is my only nature to do so.