Long story short...
I’ve always loved art. Ever since I could hold a pencil, I was drawing — first on the walls of my grandma’s house (she wasn’t too happy about that), then on my dad's documents and well, everywhere and anytime I could.
I was born in 2000, grew up in a religious family, but I never really fit in. I went to Catholic Primary School in Púchov, where I didn’t have many friends, but I had my siblings — I’m the oldest of seven. We’re all creative in our own ways. Hah, my younger brother used to refuse to do his drawing homework because he was upset he couldn’t draw like me (both funny and cute).
Besides drawing, I’ve tried just about everything: playing the violin, acting in a theater, making short films, tattooing (not professionally, but still fun), dancing hip-hop, painting murals, doing photoshoots... I filled countless sketchbooks. Along the way, I also found words — poetry and short stories as another way to shape my world.... the list goes on. Creativity runs in the family. My parents actually met through music: my dad played in a Bluegrass band and they needed a violinist. They found my mom — and they fell in love. Dad is now an IT manager, mom a nurse (and she just started her own business too!), but both are artists at heart. My uncle is a painter as well, he is based in London, and I admire his work. And my siblings inherited that spark too: some play guitar, violin, or flute, others do figure skating, they paint, draw and carve wood, or sculpt figurines. I’m proud of every one of them.
I attended Primary Art School in Púchov under the guidance of lovely Mgr. Mária Dorčíková, and even won a few competitions — one of my designs was once printed on the official Slovak Student Book. Later, I studied at the Secondary School of Arts in Trenčín (2015–2019), where Mgr. art. Vladislav Kakody was one of my main teachers.
But school wasn’t easy. I was struggling with undiagnosed autism, which made life confusing and difficult. Around the same time, I also realized I was transgender. That part of my story was hard — I didn’t find much support at home, and I went a little wild. I won’t go into the details here, but I’m lucky I made it through. Some might say I’m just stubborn; others would say immortal. Either way, those years taught me a lot: about people, love, heartbreak, and about living fully, even when it hurt.
After graduation, I left Slovakia and spent two years on Vlieland, a small island in the Netherlands. At first, I lived there alone, but eventually my then-girlfriend, a close friend, and later my brother joined me. It was a magical place to grow.
Later, I returned home to finish my transition and took a few online programming courses from Harvard. That opened the door to a job in American healthcare IT, where I worked for three years. I even visited America twice — once with my dad, and once on a business trip. Driving those endless roads with Lana Del Rey, Glass Animals and Saul playing in the background, I almost felt like Dean Winchester for a moment.
Travel has also always been part of my life. When I was little, we lived in Ireland for about a year (though I was too young to remember much). As a teenager, I visited Italy, England, Monaco, Austria, Czechia, and Poland. Later, with my own money, I returned to England and Austria, and also visited Spain, the Netherlands, Greece, America, Malta... maybe even more I’m forgetting.
These days, I work as a programmer in insurance. It’s a good job, and I’m grateful for it. But art is what keeps me whole. That’s why this page exists — to share my world with you.
