Silviya

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SILVIYA

 Born in Bulgaria, live in France.

I am a dreamer, a sensitive and passionate soul, somewhere between reality and imagination.

I have always been drawn to the extraordinary, to the strange beauty of imperfect things, to stories that cannot be told with words, and to that touch of mystery we all carry within us.

I love contrasts. Light as much as darkness, tenderness as much as melancholy, fragility as much as strength. I love flowers growing among ruins, moths drawn to the light, ravens, fantastical worlds, and stories that stay with us long after we have closed the book.

Life has taught me that some wounds never truly disappear. They become part of us, shape who we are, and change the way we see the world. But I also believe that even a cracked heart can continue to love, to dream, and to create.

My creations are fragments of my soul. Pieces of my dreams, my memories, my emotions, and my contradictions too. Some are born from joy, others from nostalgia or sadness. Each one carries something of me, sometimes even things I cannot put into words.

I do not seek perfection. What moves me is emotion, the poetry hidden in a small detail, the beauty of imperfection, that almost invisible boundary between reality and imagination. Creating is my way of escaping, of telling stories without speaking, of giving shape to what cannot be seen.

I do not necessarily seek to portray the world as it is, but rather as I feel it. I am deeply drawn to the Japanese art of kintsugi, where broken objects are repaired with gold instead of hiding their cracks. I love the idea that our wounds, our scars, and our imperfections are not things to erase, but fragments of our story, part of what makes each of us unique. Because, just as in the art of kintsugi, I believe that even broken things can become beautiful. And sometimes, it is through their cracks that the light finds its way in.