Munich, 1999

my first gasp of air came with a twist: no cry, no fuss, just the strange blue tint of my newborn cheeks. In a whirl of white coats and urgent whispers, doctors discovered a hidden pool of fluid in my lungs. With deft precision and a touch of medical magic, they banished the intruder. Clearing the way for a lifetime of creativity.

I picked up my first crayon in kindergarten, unleashing awkward stick figures and cubist superheroes onto any scrap of paper I could find. Those early experiments laid the groundwork for a style that’s always in motion. Part abstract, part hyperreal, all driven by the pulse of the city around me.

Inspired by my brother Timur and a chorus of visionary artists, I weave runic graffiti motifs into rich, textured compositions. And driven by my competitive nature I wanted to be “better” than my brother and any other artist. Simply said creating Artwork that appeals to me.

In 2023, I added a new twist: teaching my left hand to paint. Becoming ambidextrous opened up fresh angles and techniques, transforming my process into a two-handed dialogue.

This is only the opening chapter and there are many more to come. Each canvas is a new expedition and I can’t wait to see where my brushes take me next.