I love to dance. On the dance floor I’m a star; in the kitchen I’m a threat to pots and pans. If the music is good, even a vacuum cleaner can become my partner

I go to the gym. Not because I’m an iron lady, but because after a workout I can proudly eat something tasty. The barbell shakes, but I’m stronger - at least morally

I’m a girl who loves dancing, drawing, going to the gym, and taking photos. I’m also great at being late with a face that says it was part of the plan

I love to draw. Sometimes it turns out to be art; sometimes it’s an abstract “what even was that?” But the main thing is the process, inspiration, and stains on everything except the canvas

I love taking photos. I can capture a beautiful moment, a sunset, and 48 accidental selfies. My gallery is half art, half “I should delete this, but I’m too lazy.”