From Fashion to Arts

Never in a million years would I have guessed that my life could change so drastically.
From a little girl dreaming of becoming a fashion designer in a big city
to a grown woman with even bigger dreams—now living in a small town.

I had it all. I became it all.

When I look back, I remember how much I loved creating as a child.
From fashion to interior design—whenever I had a vision, I had to bring it to life.
So when the time came to choose a career, the answer was easy: I wanted to be a fashion designer.

I had no idea what that truly meant, but I did know one thing:
it was possible for me to achieve it and make a living doing what I loved.
In small towns, fashion design isn’t exactly seen as a “real job.”
But I had unwavering certainty that this path was made for me.

So I left home and moved to Munich to study fashion design.
I was a dedicated student—working day and night for my dream.
No parties. No lazy weekends. Just passion.
And honestly? It fulfilled me deeply.

After my studies, I landed my first internship.
From there, I climbed the ladder all the way to Head of Design in my late 20s.
Eventually, I even co-founded a fashion label with a friend.
Everything I had dreamed of, right?

´ But something felt off. `

It didn’t feel like freedom. It felt like a golden cage.
I couldn’t feel myself anymore.
Why did something so right feel so wrong?
It was like walking through endless fog—no direction, no clarity.

That’s when I made a bold decision:
I left the city and returned to my hometown.
Back to where it all began. Back to my roots.

Looking back now, I realize I was returning to my authentic self.
Big cities offer a lot—freedom, anonymity, room for expression.
But they also make it so easy to lose yourself.
And I wasn’t even living in Berlin.

I lost myself... and I found myself again.
By choosing to return home, I turned my back on fashion
and faced a blank page. A fresh start.

` But where to go? `

The beautiful thing about getting lost?
You finally have to face the parts of yourself you’ve been avoiding.
And as you peel back the layers,
you start hearing your soul’s voice again.
Quiet at first, but powerful.

Two years ago, I listened.
And I dared to dream a new dream: to become an artist.

I've been working tirelessly ever since.
People ask me why I would start over like this.

And my answer has never been clearer:

I want to remind people of their authentic roots, too.
Life leaves its marks—shame, heartbreak, betrayal, distrust.
We try to hide these scars, thinking they make us unworthy or unlovable.

But I see them differently.

To me, they’re signs of strength.
Proof that we’ve endured, that we’ve grown, that we’re still here.
It’s easy to lose yourself in the chaos of life,
but my art is a lighthouse, a mirror, an anchor.
It’s a return to your true self. Your natural blueprint.

My art is the most honest work I’ve ever created.
It’s my identity. My anchor. My truth.
Whenever I feel lost—I return to my art.

And if you’ve ever felt lost, disconnected, or unsure of who you are—
let this be your reminder: you can always return to yourself.
My art is here to guide you back.