Wednesday, 22 March 2017

10 months

Elliot is 10 months now. 10 months of new life, new journey. My heart is full of happiness and gratitude. However there are days when I feel being exhausted would never stop. These months taught me to trust my instincts and follow my heart. It has been a lesson of new self and old self, of loneliness (living rural) and going beyond. It has been time of experiencing love every day.

Last painting I did during pregnancy. I have been sketching Elliot's portraits since he was born. They are my prints of love, tiredness (always sketching in the evenings), gratitude, fear of being not perfect. They are my prints of motherhood. They are my gifts for Elliot.

Friday, 24 February 2017


Hello dear ones. Sometimes I wonder will I be able to write about something different than motherhood. So far being a mum fills my life completely and everything is related to it, creating as well. We were visiting Edinburgh last week. I caught up with my women friends. Women as mothers, women who trying for a child, women occupied with their lives so much, women who closed their eyes and do not want to open them, happy women,  women who lost their tribe or maybe never had one, women who lost their courage to be who they want to be, women who are so strong and not even aware of their strengths, women artists, friends, lovers. We all are one at one point. We all have been there.
'There ain't no journey what don't change you some' (Cloud Atlas)

My works were recently published  at M.A.M.A (Mothers are making art). I feel honored and very happy to be there. I recommend so much reading an interview with Dyana who is a creator of Procreate project (M.A.M.A). Fantastic woman, beautifully speaks about life, art, motherhood and sisterhood.

Finally I proudly present art of my son. Because baby art matters, made with joy and love.

Tuesday, 31 January 2017


It is fascinating how fast we develop in the first months of our lives. We are incredibly eager, determined and curious to learn, to try. We love ourselves unconditionally and we are incredibly happy, to live.

I still cannot express how motherhood is powerful and how it opens me, puts people, life, things in different, better perspective and light, how it  teaches me to understand more and feel more.
The most important of all I am so very much  grateful  to be, to be a mother....

Friday, 20 January 2017


Happy New Year to you all!

January is a lesson, reminder that we constantly evolve, that nothing stays the same, that every new moment is a change.It is up to us to go with a change or try to resist it.  January is also a reminder of being lost and found again.

Tuesday, 10 January 2017


Being together always means a connection. There are endless ways of being together. An endless possibilities of relationships. Together for me means being with my family now, being with my son. Loving him, endlessly loving him. Sometimes I feel like every day of being with him is a lesson. He teaches me to love, to cherish, live in the moment,  kindness and patience.
His transition from spirit, to water baby, to infant, to 8 months now. Together.
To be together, to be light, to shine...
Thank you Elliot!

Saturday, 31 December 2016

Everywhere and Nowhere

There are still places which are hardly visible on the maps, with very small population, green and natural, nearly and still forgotten. Places like everywhere and nowhere. Where smart and I brain, I heart and all I technologies hardly or at all exist in everyday life. Where children grow wise and happy in the nature. Where we watch beautiful sunrises, listening to the geese and passing dear on the walk in the woods. Those places are slowly disappearing. Some people call that process a progress. We are lucky to still live in one of those places in the middle of everywhere and nowhere. 

Thursday, 15 December 2016

Little people

Babies, little people with enormous hearts filled with love, so much love. They look into our eyes. They love touch, cuddles, smiles and laugh. They love playing. They always live in the present moment, always in the present tense.
When and how we big people, proudly called ourselves adults lost it?
When and how that transition happens?
They love eye contact, they love touch...
When the fear comes?