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My Creative Journey: Searching for Home, Traveling, and the Need to Create

  • Writer: Lidia
    Lidia
  • May 28
  • 3 min read

"Sometimes you need to step away from the noise to remember what your own voice sounds like." – unknown author



Female artist painting plein air on the beach in Sardinia
Plein air painting session on one of my favorite beaches in Sardinia

I Found My Place


Dear reader,


My name is Lidia — I’m an artist, writing to you from the sunny and wild island of Sardinia. Over the past two years, I’ve been actively searching for my place in the world, and I think I can finally say, with a quiet certainty, that I’ve found it. I now live in the charming town of Alghero, on this beautiful Mediterranean island.


Female artist with her painting with plain air kit on the beach in Sardinia
On a beautiful Maria Pia beach in Alghero during sunset. Sardinia 2025

Slowing Down to Begin Again


My daily life looks very different from what I once knew. I made a conscious decision to step away from the fast pace of modern life and take a step back. I wanted to reconnect with myself, slow down, and live in tune with the rhythm of nature — but above all, I longed to surround myself with beauty and peace.





Chasing The Dream


Before I tell you about my everyday life here and the art I now create, I’d love to share the background of the past few years, to give this story some context.


I spent seven years living in Poznań, Poland, leading a fairly typical life: working full-time in a graphic design studio and then as a freelancer. I graduated in graphic design — but deep down, I always knew it wasn’t quite it. It wasn’t the path my soul was calling me to follow.


When I was a little girl, I used to picture myself as an old woman, painting in a garden. Maybe that image came from something I saw in a movie, or maybe I was unconsciously inspired by the life of Claude Monet — but this vision stayed with me for years and filled my heart with a quiet kind of warmth.


Unfortunately, I pushed it away for a long time, telling myself practical things about finding a “real” job and building a stable career. Back then, I couldn’t yet imagine that being an artist could be both a passion and a profession.

Maybe you know this feeling?



Girl standing on a cliff in Cornwall
Cliffs of Cornwall, October 2024

Even though I tried to leave painting behind, painting never left me. During my studies, the painting studio was always my favorite. I even chose extra painting classes as electives. The first painting I made after a long break came during the pandemic — a piece from my imagination. I didn’t know it then, but three years later I would create an entire series of similar works while living in Iceland.


I also started making small sketches with oil pastels — a compromise between quick drawing and painting. I often made them outdoors, in the plein air. For a while, I painted only occasionally, with no lasting rhythm or direction — until, in 2022, something shifted. That was the moment I realized painting was what I truly wanted to devote myself to fully. It gave me far more fulfillment than working digitally ever had.



Iceland: A Turning Point In My Creative Journey


When the quiet opportunity to move to Iceland appeared, I decided to follow the call of adventure. For a while, I had been longing for fresh air and a change of scenery.


After nearly a year on that cold but beautiful island — which I’ll tell you more about in another post — I had completed an entire series of paintings.

Before I left, I even managed to organize a solo exhibition in downtown Reykjavik.


Artist setup for session of painting through the window in Iceland
Painting through my window in Iceland, march 2023

Italy, France, and a Views from the Window


After Iceland, I traveled through Italy, and later spent two months living in Normandy, France — painting the whole time. (I will tell you those stories next time!) I saw hundreds of breathtaking places, stunning "projects" of nature, beaches, waterfalls. I walked along countless cliffs and gazed at the sea more often than I had in my entire life before.


Many of my paintings are simply views from a window, capturing the quiet beauty of the places I stayed in — they became a kind of visual diary for me.


An Invitation


Let me share this creative journey with you, step by step — through the places I’ve lived, the art I’ve made, and the reflections that shaped me. I invite you to come with me on this path — in search of home, of dreams, and of walking where no one has yet left footprints.


I hope you’ll join me for what comes next.

Thank you for being here.


Speak to you soon,


Lidia

 
 
 

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