When I was six my parents chose an art school for me where I was happily studying for eleven years. Painting, drawing and clay modelling were part of my life almost every day. My favourite was the
summer practice when we lived in tents in the middle of the country doing nature paintings and having fun as all kids would do.

Every summer I spent a month with my grandmother in the countryside where she was teaching me about nature.
I was surrounded by millions of flowers and berries spending lots
of time walking in the meadows or woods with her. She had eleven children, never learned to read or write and never travelled more
than 20 kilometres away from home. But she was the wisest
person I had ever known. Looking back, I think that all my love for
the beauty and mystery of Mother Nature, hope, forgiveness and care for all Mankind I have got from my grandmother Lidia.

02.02.1982 Minsk, the capital of Belorussian Soviet Socialist Republic, was covered with a beautiful snowfall, where I was born late in the evening. Thank Goodness the Soviet Union collapsed before I had to become a pioneer, so my childhood was quite normal. Raised by my beloved parents in harmony, love, respect and happiness I felt always very free to be open minded and curious about the world and life.

Choosing my way after the school was not easy.
Most kids from my class went to the Art Academy
or University of Architecture. But I chose to study History of Arts and Museology at the European Humanities University. Falling in love with
a designer from the same university made me
an unexpectedly young mother at the age of 20.
Well, it turned my whole world upside down.

So much love and care, the beauty of my new home country Switzerland, happiness and joy every moment of my life. I started to create again. And I can’t stop and I won’t. I love what I’m doing, my creativity is a huge part of who I am. It’s a combination of

When I met my future magical husband, I made a painting as a present for him. The Princess of Thousand Peonies. He called me a Princess then, and he still does. He made my life like a fairytale.

Being a woman in Belarus is not easy, being a lonely mother is much trickier. Twelve years of fighting for a career, financial stability, respect and most important love. So, all those years I was creating art only in my imagination.