My father has never allowed me to go for an artistic path, so my teenage dreams about becoming a restorer of fine arts painfully faded away. First failures are painful. I could not collect enough artworks to present at the Academy of Fine Arts in Prague or the Academy of Fine Arts and Design in Bratislava, so I was not admitted to the study. In years that followed, I barely took a pencil to my hands.
Nevertheless, I was lucky. Motivated by my professor, as environmental engineer I have found another passion in separation technologies. In 2015, I moved to Belgium to perform a research in green chemistry and recovery of critical metals. The most important what I have learnt, is that failures are not necessarily THE END. They move us forward and make us consider options, which we have never been dreaming about. I have realized, that the only failure was that I stopped painting and let part of me die with it.
Today, I am a mother of lovely 5-months old son and I am returning to my hobby while he is sleeping. One day, I wish to be an example for him, how not to get lost in what "whoever" expects from us as a homework. We should never put aside what we really like. From now on I want to dedicate 15 minutes a day to drawing. It is not much but still, this is going to be the biggest experiment of my life.