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About Svitlana

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Svitlana Martynjuk was born and raised in the beautiful western capital region of Rivne, Ukraine. The memories of her great-grandmother’s quaint cottage home, nestled in the quiet Ukrainian countryside, bring to her many fond emotions and influence much of her work today.

     “Growing up I spent plenty of time at the village, away from the city commotion, watching and listening to adults as they took care of live-stock and collected their own harvest from the garden near the house.”

She later would move to the United States where she completed her education in both Fine Arts and Psychology. Inspired by the human mind and with a fascination for nature, she is a traveler at heart and appreciates experience through interaction and exploring the complexities of diversity in people.

     “I am driven by emotions. Humans can be excited by a pretty picture, but their perception of beauty changes as they evolve. When we feel strongly about something, it is more likely to stick in our memory due to our primal amygdala [the part of the brain that helps us record emotions for survival purposes].”

Currently residing in Michigan’s capital where she is continuing her studies, Svitlana’s portfolio includes a wide array of commissioned pieces, published book illustrations, and collaborations with both West Elm and Minted. Her works primarily consist of watercolor and acrylic medium and she notes Rothko’s ideologies, regarding the importance of feelings, to be of significant creative interest.

     “My goal is to bring an abundance of joyful and calm feelings, as well as to help the viewer see the world through my eyes... to feel the emotions that are born in the painting process. Painting is a healing and enriching part of life, and it is the only outlet through which I can express myself without any walls, boundaries, or limits”

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A painting is not a picture of an experience, but it is an experience.
— Mark Rothko