About

I am going to try to explain 40 years in 10 mins. Before I start, it might be easier to know a couple of things in prior. The first is: The images for the slites are my photography and paintings. I use them to give a better understanding of my story through the progression of my work. The works here date between 2009-2019. They are almost chronological order. The second is: I grow up in a house of grief so as my brother but we are very different two people. I was born with a sense of void, he was with a gift of warmth. The third is: I was born with a sense of void and love of walnuts. I have known this fact since I am aware of anything in this world. I am here to tell you the story of a hero. I am bringing you the knowledge I harnessed during my journey of finding the reasons of that void. I shaped my life around it. As usual hero stuff, I fought with monsters and many creatures. I saw mermaids, found treasures. I am here to tell you my story. This is the feather I brought form the underworld. To show the way that my mind works: I am a chemical engineering BS and masters degree, MBA. I worked in textile factories as an engineer. Once, I was the youngest female manager at male-dominated factories. The beginning of the story: My birth: I was born with a void in me and love of walnuts. Since the beginning, I remember those two facts about me. At the age of 4, I recognize myself eating walnuts from a pack and wondering if anyone else feels the way I did. When I was 27, those two were still living with me. I had to do something. This is how my void looks like if we could see through me. A black and white gritty of a dark tunnel. I quit my job, packed and moved away. Start of the heroes journey. I was determined to figure out what the heck was going on. I realized all other people were simply different than I was. They were happy, jolly and even content. I was restless, dark and a form of an addict. I was most happy in dark, noisy, industrial places. I must have done something to change that. I came to Sheffield. Why Sheffield, because I knew someone here. Now I am in Sheffield, burned my bridges back home, knowing 50 English words, trying to get a job, prove my worth. This painting is oil on canvas, 150cm x 100cm. The first 5-6 years were an education. There is nothing could surprise me at this point in my life. The wrongs and rights are demolished so I rebuilt them. During this period, I painted tens of paintings. The only couple survived as I had nowhere to store them. The rest, not even have any photos, went to skips. This is one of the paintings my friend Maud rescued from the skip pile within seconds.