After school, I certainly wanted to choose something related to art. But I chose to teach foreign languages, after consulting with my parents and friends. I got married, my son was born and 20 years passed without the art. I worked at school, then at university, where I started doing research on linguistics.
It was ready when a calm and planned life was over. Having got an inexplicable diagnosis, I had to quit my job. I would say that I was forced to quit, they did everything so that I had to. It was my personal tragedy because I loved my job. I had no idea what I would do at home.
After three months crying I decided to do something. It’s a chance for you! – I told myself. You dreamed to paint, so let’s paint! I went to an art shop and bought oil paints, brushes, and canvases. I didn’t even know that oil paints could be mixed. The first painting appeared on the cardboard because I was afraid of the canvas.