It seems to be funny, but i found myself as an artist at age 4. I remember this moment, when someone asked me what i want to be when I’ll grow up, and I said, without any hesitation - artist, I think I’m already! An artist…
I wanted so bad to share all my experiences with everyone, all my discoveries, my joy, my pain, different parts of me.
I always asked myself so many questions about the world, about their structure, about my place in this structure, about my role in the world.
I grew up in Russia, and for me that was hard to find my place, i was not accepted by people around me, all my environment, classmates, groupmates, teachers, another kids or adults, neighbours etc. Society didn’t want to let me in, because I was different. Different and mixed. People treated me like someone potentially dangerous.
My first attempts in creation rescued me. I got saved. Art school, music, acting… I got myself back, not a shadow, but just me. I’ve started to express myself again, to create different images, to share. I’ve constructed my own safety island, with my own very special world. That was a great opportunity to share all the reflections of my feelings, sensations, level of my perception… It was a huge accomplishment.
In my collections I want to give the audience a chance to enter in certain condition, emotion, give some important feelings to keep, and if I’m lucky, give them the opportunity to live my stories.