I Was That Weird Kid.
By day, I was bullied. I tried, and failed to fit in.
By night, the fabled Baba Yaga chased me. Tired of running, I surrendered.
Within the bowels of a nightmare, my journey began.
Only years later did I understand that this was my first initiation.​​
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I dared myself to start making art and channel my vision.
But it took me years to truly embrace my wildness...
To find my truth, I had to dive in, no holds barred.
I walked twisted paths, teetering between self-doubt and rapture. Homeless in NYC, I felt unwanted, unfit for this world.
An abyss yawned inside me, and I tried to fill it with wild abandon.
I experimented with substances, trying to peek into the nature of Reality.
But soon I found myself running in a circle. On my quest into the unknown, I kept catching glimpses of my soul reflected in the eyes of friends and strangers, and that kept me going.​
Art became my alchemy.
It grounded me, helped me process, and inspired me to make my time on Earth count.​​
My most life-changing moment with art was also the most painful.
In 2004, I gathered friends to create towering sculptures of Bulgarian folklore beings—guardians meant to honour the land and protect festival-goers.
One morning, they were destroyed by men who called me a witch.
It hurt to see my work spark such patriarchal fears, but I understood:
Art is magic, and it works.
The sculptures had done their job—absorbing and redirecting negativity.​
​​I learned that fear and limiting beliefs can be transmuted in the cauldron of creativity— but only if we dare to step beyond the comfort zone.​
Just plug into the Source, and let Art flow through.
Yearning for a community of fellow free spirits, I co-founded the Uga Buga Art collective.
In love with labyrinths, we produced a series of them at events and public spaces, followed by a number of short films.​
Motherhood cracked me open more than any drug, vision or mantra. In my womb, I discovered the womb of the world.
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Birthing took me to a place beyond pain and self, sacred and profane. A place beyond cares, yet full of all the care in the world. A place where nobody is an outsider, nothing is unwanted, and everything is one...
I carried a red thread from that sacred place and wove it into my work—an offering to the Goddess in you and me.
As I I embarked on raising my daughter, a new me came forth. Becoming a mother had been my biggest fear. I hadn't planned on bringing a child into a world about to fall apart.​
This experience taught me to own my vulnerability and deepened my responsibility to this physical plane, a connection I had ignored, caught up in the pain of being an outcast.
​Mothering rekindled my hope for all of us sharing this wild, beautiful planet. It re-rooted me in the vast mycelium of being.
I no longer hide behind the mask of an outsider — I am who I am and I love it!
