WHO I AM & WHY I AM?

In the year 1991, in a quaint corner of Romania, I made my entrance into this world. According to my mother, I was a serene child, the kind they now call an introvert. But it was in the embrace of the countryside, with my loving grandparents, that my most cherished childhood memories were etched into my soul.

In those days, my grandparents tended to a humble farm, nestled amidst sprawling fields that beckoned me like an enchanted realm. Those fields became my playground, where I, a curious child, chased after butterflies and bees, or frolicked with rabbits and goslings. Even in those early years, I harbored a deep affection for tranquility and reflection. My favorite retreat was perched upon the tallest haycock that my grandparents had fashioned, a place so high that no one could disturb my solitude.

Time in the countryside seemed to defy the world's relentless march; life's simplicity felt like a glimpse of heaven itself. It was here that I had my initial tryst with art. As I lay amid wildflowers, gazing at the ever-shifting clouds above, I sought to discern familiar shapes in their ethereal dance.

My mother, always attuned to my yearnings, enrolled me in piano and violin classes to nurture my love for their melodious tunes. Alas, the act of playing didn't captivate me as much as listening did. Recognizing my true calling, she guided me to the art class next door, where my talents truly awakened. For years, I immersed myself in the world of art, but life had a way of weaving multiple threads into a complex tapestry, and I eventually had to step away.

After completing my university studies, I found myself in London without a concrete plan. But destiny has its own course, and it wasn't long before I found myself back on the artistic path. During the pandemic, I rekindled my artistic journey by painting on textiles. As a self-taught artist, I delved into extensive research, sought inspiration from fellow artists, practiced tirelessly, and faced failure head-on. Yet, as they say, the journey is as rewarding as the destination, and I realized that I couldn't escape my calling.

Before returning to the world of art, I always sensed an insatiable hunger within me, an indescribable void that needed to be filled. It was then that I understood that I possessed innate skills that shouldn't remain dormant but should be shared with the world.

My inspiration springs from diverse sources: my background, my cultural roots, the folk tales that colored my childhood, my ever-shifting emotions, and the complex dilemmas of humanity. I find joy in observing people, unraveling their intricacies, appreciating their unique styles, and celebrating the subtle features that set them apart, like freckles or the rich tapestry of their skin tones.

For me, art embodies beauty, struggle, passion, defeat, and triumph. Every stroke of the brush, every line drawn, every colour chosen, they all come together to breathe life into my creations. In the end, every artwork bears the imprint of the artist's soul, a mosaic of experiences, dreams, and the indefatigable spirit of creation.

DREAM BIG !