Who's she.
Born in the Czech Republic and raised in a working-class family, I grew up in a small town where art wasn’t exactly encouraged. My mom often told me, "art is not for us," and I was expected to follow a more traditional path in life. Since I can remember, I lived differently—I overdressed for school and lived every day like it was the last. I didn’t care for proms, weddings, or "the one special day."
In 2015, I relocated from the Czech Republic to California, diving headfirst into the world of advertising and graphic design to put my creativity to good use. Over the years, I've built skills and an extensive portfolio in digital design, advertising, and branding. As someone who wasn’t born into a world of security, I understood that building it from the ground up takes time.
After years of living in the corporate world, I realized my path wasn’t there.
While in California, I was always seeking Hollywood’s glamour, only to discover that the famous boulevard was more about broken dreams than red carpets. This was even more inspiring, as the original idea seemed too polished to begin with—like a perfect façade waiting to be cracked open. I was always attracted to the unknown.
In 2020, I returned to Europe to be closer to home and my upbringing, and moved to Munich as a base. Most of the time, I don't live in reality, the location is purely geographical. My creating is a quest for the kind of freedom that often slips away in adulthood.
Looking for inspiration in symbolism, mystery and its natural darkness, I find it often holds the key to our own luminance. I’m obsessed with days long gone—Old Hollywood glamour, film noir, the opulence and excess of the eighties—and connecting them to the mysteries and darkness of modern times.
I do not want realism; I want fantasy.
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Wild Heart's Waltz
Dancing a careless Waltz
Behind an old house,
at night.
Not a single star in sight.
Spinning faster and faster
until I felt present in my mind.
Turning away from the lies
of stereotypical lives.
Since my childhood years
I’ve been told how to live to avoid disappointment tears.
Someone else’s comfort zone in which I was supposed to live
so long, until my knees became weak.
Raindrops of my ambitions were shattering the tradition
I so hated with passion.
I didn’t care for the comfort,
The false golden cage,
All I wanted was to dance at my own pace
with a pinch of rage.
In the haven of the damned
I’ve been feasting with the guards.
Laughing madly at the frenzy of the night.
All my thoughts turned into art.
I was myself,
reading Jung and dressing sharp.
I sought the rain.
I sought the storm.
Now all my chaos feels like home.