You have a beautiful garden within you.
No matter how long it has been buried beneath the sands of pain and sorrow.
When the time comes, you will be able to sink into them —
and discover that the pain has passed, and the stalks have grown stronger.

I come from a small Siberian village.
I've been drawing and creating since childhood.
But the pressure of a narrow social environment took its toll.
Though I never stopped making art,
I made several painful attempts to fit into the role of an “ordinary” person.
That couldn’t last long — in November 2021, I was diagnosed with a brain tumor.

Surgery. Migration. Exhausting treatment.
But now I know for certain: I am an artist.
And no one can take that away from me again.

In truth, I’m just at the beginning of my path.
I have no idea where it will lead.
I only know this: it will be honest.
And I will use every form available to me.