Adulthood
This is the story of a girl who no longer believes in fairytales. She grew up — quietly, without noise, without fanfare.
There’s no magic wand in her hands anymore — but there is experience. Her gaze holds not dreams, but clarity.
She no longer waits to be rescued. She is her own shelter, her own light, her own home.
Each piece is a moment of silence where a woman speaks to herself — about tenderness that has learned to be strong,
about beauty that doesn’t ask to be noticed, about joy that doesn’t shout.
This is not sadness. This is adulthood. And it, too, is a form of blooming.
My joy is quieter now
I used to want everything to be bright.
Now — I want it real.
Joy is not in the applause,
but in the quiet where I feel good with myself.
And that — is real.
Acrylic on canvas
90x90cm
2025
Light doesn’t lie, but it forgets
The light was with me.
And then... it was just gone.
It didn’t betray me —
it simply no longer remembers who I am.
I used to think light was forever.
Then I learned — it comes in waves.
And I... I became the shore.
I don’t remember tenderness
I used to dream of softness —
warmth without the need to guard myself.
Then the wind wouldn’t break me,
just play with my hair.
Acrylic on canvas
90x90cm
2025
Acrylic on canvas
90x90cm
2025
Grown from Dreams
No one came to rescue me.
No one carried me in their arms.
The fairytales forgot I believed in them.
There was no magic wand —
only days when I wanted to give up.
But I grew myself from dreams, like from seeds.
Acrylic on canvas
90x90cm
2025
I no longer believe in miracles
I no longer search for magic.
I simply bloom.
Without permission.
Acrylic on canvas
90x90cm
2025
The silence around me - it’s not loneliness
It’s freedom from expectations.
Waiting turns silence into anxiety.
I no longer wait — I move.
And the road leads me back to myself.
Acrylic on canvas
90x90cm
2025