I was born into art. My schoolbooks were always filled with drawings; it was how I concentrated.

At fourteen, I organized my first exhibition to finance a three-month trip to Argentina. It was a success — almost half of the forty watercolor paintings were sold. At fifteen, after living in Argentina, I spent a year in Denver, Colorado, where theatre set design introduced me to large backdrops, acrylic paint and scale.

Back in Germany, I held my second exhibition in Bremen in 1999.

I later studied Design and gradually painted less. I was never someone who could paint “a little.” It was always everything or nothing.

In 2002, I took six weeks off to create my third exhibition. After that, there were long pauses. I moved to Spain in 2005, became a mother in 2006, and slowly rebuilt my artistic rhythm.

In 2008, a long-held dream came true: an exhibition in London, created in just five intense weeks.

After my second child, painting disappeared from my life for almost ten years. I turned to photography and built a professional career. Financial independence always mattered to me; I never wanted to depend on selling my paintings to survive. I needed art to remain honest.

In 2018, a collaboration with Argentine make-up artist Nestor Burgos reignited something in me. The portraits we created together led directly into a new body of paintings.

In 2020, during the silence of the pandemic, I felt an undeniable urge to paint again — more consciously than ever.

In 2021, during a deeply personal period of change, painting became more than expression. It became reflection, confrontation, and rebuilding.

Today, my work is no longer about proving talent or selling pieces. It is about truth. Each series is part of an ongoing inner dialogue — between noise and silence, fragility and strength.