I was born in Moldova — Europe’s small and overlooked country. Showing artistic vision early, I was lucky to have my family’s support to follow my dreams, learning the fundamentals of my practice in art school and studio.

Looking back now, I can see a pattern forming — a love for colours and layering them in unexpected ways, simple hatches that look odd alone but together form the softest shapes a soul can ask for. Only now have I been brave enough to return to my core.

​

I followed advice and completed a master’s in Architecture, which broke the magical glass I was living under and built another one — more contemporary, though I insisted on keeping the historical soul within it.

Listening to my inner voice, I knew that was just a stop. I continued traveling, accepting everyone brave enough to cross my path as a teacher — filling knowledge gaps through animation as a texture artist, assisting artists in their studios and on architectural projects, and learning the weight of people’s needs as a UI/UX Designer.

 

A formal biography would not typically include the moment of becoming a mother. But this is the most crucial moment of the entire journey — where the body finally settled, leaving space for the soul to heal through art, using everything it had learned.