SARTEL, my creative soul
Color has always been part of my life. It has this wonderful power to lift me up, to fill a space with energy, and to gently remind me to look at the bright side of things. It moves me, grounds me, and connects me to joy.
Painting, however, has not always been there. As a child, I painted endlessly — probably because I loved getting my hands dirty and expressing what words could not hold. Then life unfolded, studies took over, and my brushes slowly found their way to the back of a drawer.
In 2017, after finishing my studies, something inside me asked to create again. Not perfectly. Not academically. Just honestly. I returned to painting in my own self-taught way — guided by curiosity, instinct, and pure passion.
During my first pregnancy, that inner voice became impossible to ignore. Creating was no longer just a desire; it was a necessity. I felt the need to explore my creativity again, to bring light, warmth, and energy into the world around me.
Since then, painting has become part of my daily rhythm. It is my language of joy, my bubble of oxygen, the inner fire that burns bright inside me
I believe a painting can plant small seeds of joy in busy, sometimes overwhelming, days. I believe it can make someone pause, smile, breathe, and dream.
I paint out of passion, out of necessity, out of love.
And I create to share that love with those who feel alive in color and movement.
