I came to the UK as many do – quietly, with responsibility on my shoulders and little time to dream.
I worked as a nurse in a nursing home. Caring, listening, holding hands.
Life was practical, sometimes heavy, but deeply human.
Art lived inside me, but for a long time it had no space to breathe.
Slowly, through writing, painting, psychology, and community work, I began to rebuild myself.
Not in a loud way – but honestly, step by step.
From helping one person to supporting artists.
From private healing to public cultural work.
I founded Albion Art Club to give voice to artists, writers, and communities who often remain unseen.
Exhibitions followed. Books were born. Conversations crossed borders.
Baltic artists found a place in the UK cultural landscape.
And one day, I stood in the UK Parliament – not as a politician, but as a cultural organiser, writer, and curator.
Bringing art, stories, and human connection into one of the most historic spaces in the country.
This journey was never about status.
It was about service, courage, and transformation.
From nursing home corridors to parliamentary halls the heart of the work remained the same: to care, to connect, and to create meaning through culture.
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