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Have you ever felt like you were ready for the best time of your life, but then – BAM! – you pull the rug out from under yourself? Yep. Welcome to my world – a tour on the self-sabotage express, with the final stop being "How did I end up here again?" My life story? Rich. Not in euros, but in high-class self-destructive decisions. I remember promising as a teenager that I wouldn’t repeat the same tragic mistakes that broken women in my family line seemed to pass on like a legacy. Spoiler alert: I repeated them. All of them....

Have you ever felt that the art world is like an exclusive club, where a gatekeeper with glasses and a short fringe stands at the door, and if you don't use words like "deconstruction," "transgression," or "posthumanism" in the right sentences, you won’t be let in? This club is not for me. I've never felt the need to belong anywhere. Not that I was ever warmly invited in the first place. Art as merchandise and art in a museum? Yep, both. I am an artist, and yes, I love making money. A lot of money. And create great art while...

A plate is usually seen as applied art, something practical with naive illustrations. But why not turn that logic upside down? For me, it has transformed: not applied art, but art that can be consumed from. Snacks and art combined! In a way, it’s revolutionary. Art and snacks have actually been connected for a long time, even though we often pretend they belong to completely opposite worlds. At every exhibition opening, the same thing happens: drinks are poured, snacks are served, and sometimes it feels like the art is background music rather than the reason people showed up. This dynamic...

The material in my art is the human being – that hairy, crazy creature who thinks they’re somehow special, but in reality, just runs around in a cage of instincts and complexes. Human nature is endless material, absurd and brilliant all at once. I engage with it consciously – constantly analyzing myself and observing others, like a scientist watching a dancing germ under a microscope. I see people in layers – the body, self-expression, and then the layers underneath, the initially invisible part that actually dictates everything else, even the body. Since I am a woman, my art is also...

In this intense and thought-provoking narrative, we embark on a journey through obsessive love, exploring the fine line between love and a contagious virus. The story questions the true nature of romance and its addictive power, shared equally between a man, a woman, and their “spotted companions.”