My interest was pretty obvious since I remembered. I was drawing, painting and amputating legs of my dolls since I was a little girl. I guess that tell a lot. After my diagnosis at the age of 16 years old my new vocation became apparent.
Nothing was the same. I learnt that medicine is limited and it does not appreciate our mind and its powers in the healing process. That quickly put me off becoming a surgeon and instead I decided to devote myself to painting. It was and is my passion that I live for. The process of painting helped me to heal my soul from toxins of the past and implement new ways of living into my messy life. Painting was my salvation and blessing.
The decision to become an artist was obvious however it took a lot of courage considering that I was growing up in a broken home, single mother raising me and my siblings, father who spend every single penny on alcohol.
There was one memorable incident that helped me to decide what I really want in life regardless.
I had a massive bleeding night and my doctor was not sure whether or not I will make it till the next day.
I remember that night very well. I did not sleep. A stranger with whom I shared a hospital room was holding my hand keeping me awake.
The possibility of dying was very real and waiting right at the corner. I asked myself many questions that night. Out of all the most important questions was ‘How do I want to live my life if I will survive this?’ There was only one answer- to paint.
That is how I started painting my Heads series which you can access on my website. A lot of them were painted under my hospital bed.
