"I'm not good at art, I'm not creative, I can't draw anything, I'm not clever."
I often hear: "I'm not good at art, I'm not creative, I can't draw anything, I'm not clever." Is that always true? What is art anyway?
When I was in elementary school, art was one of my worst subjects because I didn't really know how to draw still life. That apple and orange on the table created a lot of problems for me because I absolutely did not see shadows shapes or who knows what I should have been able to see, and I thought that I was a total anti-talent for drawing or painting, meaning art.
But in the 8th grade, we got a new art teacher, and some new aspects of that subject, and therefore of art, opened up for me. For the first time, my picture was on the walls of the school corridor and my happiness was endless. And how did I achieve that? The teacher told us to paint whatever we wanted and to use a lot of colors, and that's where I found myself. Somehow, the overflow was better for me, and the choice of color was very good, and since then the grades have also improved.
Of course, my career and what I will choose to do in life started as far away from art as possible, because I still thought that I was lucky only then and that I was not for painting or singing, so I ended up studying Economics with a major in tourism. Languages ​​and tourism were somehow much more attractive to me at the time.
More than 20 years ago, I started painting, because my friend Laura got me hooked on it.
She said: "Art is whatever one remembers to do first". So, I remember, in the Tate Museum in London, an untidy bed was exhibited in one of the halls, which filled the pages of newspapers at the time and attracted a lot of visitors.
What did the artist really want to say with that untidy bed? We could discuss this for a long time now, but the point is that he gave us something to think about. Someone remembered it and attracted the audience. He was the topic of conversation.
Since then, I have been painting abstract art, and when I have time I like to paint, and I have admitted to myself that I like it and that I am not so bad at it. That was the first step, to admit. Having that mindset, that I'm not so bad that I should at least try something called art. I can also find sadness


joy and depth in my works; it depends on when I made them and how I felt at that moment.