My story is the one of the journey, the free spirit and the strong will.

I come from the line of resilient and resourceful women. Female venturers, survivors, outlanders and nomads, that’s who we are.

Personal lives get entangled with the turns of history, and sometimes one can but start over where the whirlwind drops them. Sometimes one chooses to drop everything and go.

My great grandma run away with my grandma, escaping the The Soviet famine in Ukraine with one way passport, and settled in Poland. Soon the WWII followed and my mum was born. My grandma was captured by Germans and taken to the working camp, and the baby was given to the neighbours. My tiny brave brave grandma run away at night and walked back. No one has followed her.

The communism flourished in the “liberated” Poland. The ugliness and despair covered the land. Eventually I was born and grew up in a grey shadow of the system, feeling oppressed by surrounding aesthetics and dreaming of another life.

With the time and the events of “89 things got better. Yet I never felt I belonged. Mentally, I had my suitcases packed already and I left for London as soon as Polish borders have opened.

Artist Woman Slavic Nomad

In London I found the freedom to be myself and to pursue my dream of living as an artist. I claimed my story. My matriarchal heritage and my own journey have engrossed my practice around female narratives.