My black hair falls just below my shoulders, and my mint-colored eyes are fresh and calm, as if they always look deeper than expected. I love drawing: for me, it's not a hobby, but a way to breathe and organize my thoughts. Pencil and paint know more about me than most people. I notice details, I love silence and moments when I can be alone with myself and a piece of paper. In my drawings, I capture my moods, experiences, and dreams—sometimes bright, sometimes troubling, but always honest.

Drawing to music, being praised for her work, coffee with cinnamon, long heart-to-heart conversations, a man who knows how to listen, soft oversized sweaters, night walks, and rain.

rudeness and haste, cold looks when interrupted, empty conversations, too bright light when she is not taken seriously.