I photograph the world so I don’t forget how awesome it is. I often catch perfect shots, but what sticks in my memory are mostly blurry meme-worthy pics. In the end, I’m a girl who can do push-ups, paint a landscape, dance bachata, and snap it all in one package. Almost a superhero – I just left my cape at home.

Hi! I’m a girl trying to embrace the unembraceable: barbells, brushes, rhythm, and lenses. My brain is on a permanent quest called “find balance between art and iron.” Spoiler: iron is winning so far, but art isn’t giving up.

I draw because words sometimes run out, but paints don’t. I love watercolour for its unpredictability – just like my weekend plans. Masterpieces are rare, but there’s always a good laugh at how I turned a cat into a potato. Still, the process is my personal antidepressant.

I love the gym. I go there to lift weights and my self-esteem. After a workout, I feel like an action-movie – until I try to open a water bottle with shaky hands, and then the comedy begins. But without sports, I’m like a phone without a charger: I kinda work, but I run out of juice fast.

I dance everywhere: in the gym, in the kitchen, in the grocery queue (yes, it happens). I feel the rhythm in my heart, but my legs sometimes have their own agenda. My signature move is “awkward flailing to the beat,” performed with utter seriousness. I guarantee to lift everyone’s mood – even if they didn’t ask for it.

I dance everywhere: in the gym, in the kitchen, in the grocery queue (yes, it happens). I feel the rhythm in my heart, but my legs sometimes have their own agenda. My signature move is “awkward flailing to the beat,” performed with utter seriousness. I guarantee to lift everyone’s mood – even if they didn’t ask for it.