The call of art

As far as I remember I have always loved to paint. My mom recently told me that our friends and family called me little Picasso when I was three years old. Everywhere we ever went l was always running around with brushes and bright colours, painting on every surface possible; stones, wood, floor, trees, I had even painted my little friends. Once me and my friend Maya were playing in the living room, just around the corner from the kitchen where our parents were having a coffee and a nice afternoon chat. Maya and I were both six years old, all grownup girls, of course! ☺

Our parents became curious how come that we were playing so quietly and just giggling from time to time. They came to see what was going on and they had something coming to see… Maya was sitting on a small chair with her eyes closed, dressed in her beautiful light blue dress with lace inserts. And I, so very focused on painting all over her face, hair, dress, legs, socks, and little white shoes… I didn’t even see our parents coming to the “crime” scene! They were all shocked at first, then Maya’s parents started to laugh and Maya kind of liked being the piece of art for the moment. The colours I had used were washable, so no damage was done. Literally, from this prospective I had also been a young body painter, only those things weren’t really modern back in in the 80s. Otherwise I would’ve been very famous for it at that time!

And not to forget, I also had a few artistic home concerts… As you see, I am still doing the same things now, only a few decades older.

As years passed I became more and more of a quiet thinker, writer, painter, and huge lover of nature. I have also become more and more susceptible to changes outside and inside me.

In the beautiful afternoons I could walk miles with my mom and then watched  beautiful sunsets over and over again. I could observe bees, ants, and butterflies, playing with flowers in the warm summer air.

And then came the day that changed my life. I can still clearly remember the day I received the call; the most important call I have ever answered. The call of art.

It was winter – way back in January 1995. I was fifteen. The snow was falling, I was watching big flakes slowly whitening the land. Just standing by the window and enjoying the tranquility of the moment. Everything was still and quiet and I was on the same frequency as nature. The frequency of creation, love, and trust. It was all so peaceful, as if the world was vanishing away and transforming to a fairytale. As if I had entered another planet, the time had suddenly stopped. At that moment I felt a flash in the shape of little colorful butterflies flying in my soul and mind.

I ran into my room, grabbed the aquarelle colours, paper, brushes, and started painting. At that moment I didn’t know how the painting would turn out, but it was not even important – I was painting and feeling free. The blank white paper was like the white winter nature – it was giving me so many possibilities to create!

The tranquility of the nature had given me the perfect energy to create and that led to my inner peace. After an hour or so the painting was finished.

Wow, I did it! I had painted before, but had never felt such an energy and power to create as at that moment and from that moment on.

Happiness and joy filled my soul. I was 100% sure about it – I was going to be an artist! A painter!

The day I grew the wings of art

It is finally here – my very first official blog. I am so excited! There were and are (oh, and I am sure there will be in future) a lot of beautiful moments in my life that inspire me over and over again to create unique paintings.

I would like to share with you my so far very interesting artistic path.

Are you in?

I hope you are curious and would like to enter my world of imagination, creativity, and discover with me all of the hidden places of endless possibilities which the blank canvas and brushes offer.

I always feel butterflies in my stomach before I start painting! Wow, it is that special vibe of energy that flows through me. I am excited and blessed to be able to paint and source ideas from the universe. Blessed to be the “chosen one” for a profession that is so pure, intuitive, and creative.

Pollock said: When I am in my painting, I’m not aware of what I’m doing. It is only after a sort of ‘get acquainted’ period that I see what I have been about. I have no fear of making changes, destroying the image, etc., because the painting has a life of its own. I try to let it come through. It is only when I lose contact with the painting that the result is a mess. Otherwise there is pure harmony, an easy give and take, and the painting comes out well”. (Jackson Pollock, My Painting, 1956, as quoted in

I have special respect for the blank canvas and brushes because I know that anything is possible and as Einstein said: “… I am passionately curious”.

‘Who am I reading about’, you are probably asking yourself right now. Well, I will try my best to introduce myself, my creative work, and my life events through my blog articles.

But first just briefly, I am an artist, abstract painter, open-minded restless soul living in Europe between Switzerland and Slovenia. I love to travel, meet people, and explore our beautiful, exciting, and breathtaking planet Earth.

I look forward to meeting you, many likeminded soul mates around the world and look forward to your comments.