I often think in images. Thoughts do not come as logical structures, but as flashes, scenes, sensations of temperature or weight. Sometimes it is easier for me to draw an idea than to explain it with words. And sometimes, on the contrary, text becomes the only possible way to release what is overflowing inside me. I love to experiment, to mix genres, to break familiar boundaries and see what happens. A mistake for me is not a defeat, but an invitation to move further.

My name is Eva, and if I had to describe myself with one word, it would be “creating.” I live in constant motion of ideas, shapes, and sensations. The world for me is not just a space, but an endless canvas where I leave new lines every day, even if no one notices them. I know how to find beauty in small things: in the reflection of light on glass, in the pause between sounds, in a random phrase overheard on the street. All of this becomes part of my inner archive, from which images, texts, and moods are born.

I experience life very intensely. Sometimes it feels as if emotions pass through me without any filters, leaving marks that cannot be erased. But this is exactly what makes me who I am. I am not afraid to feel deeply, because depth is my source. When tension appears inside me, I do not try to silence it. I turn it into color, shape, the movement of my hand, or the rhythm of a line. Creativity for me is not a hobby and not a profession, but a way of existing.

I know how to be alone with myself and I value this state. In such moments, it feels as if I gather myself piece by piece and return to my center. Silence does not scare me; it gives me space to grow. I can spend hours observing how the light changes in a room, how the air moves, how time seems to stretch. In this slowing down, I find clarity and new meanings.