I was born as an artist and started painting when I was one and a half years old. My father was a goldsmith, jewellery designer, restorer and gilder of the copper coats of arms of King Augustus the Strong of Poland and Saxony in the Green Vault in Dresden. While he was designing jewellery, I sat next to him as a baby and painted rolls of wallpaper. Like a small painting machine. Fairy tale characters, flowers, animals, ornaments and everything that came to mind. My whole life to this day consists of my painting.

From 1979 to 1984 I studied painting at the Academy of Fine Arts in Dresden and was a master student of Fritz Panndorf. In 1981, when I was 16 years old, I developed a borderline disorder due to my ever-increasing rejection of art and my compulsions in public to always be the best, to have won art prizes or to be displayed with a self-portrait in the Hermitage in Moscow. With which my ambivalent relationship to art ended in the fact that I publicly burned all my works of art and tried to kill myself with sleeping pills. I couldn't assert myself against an overpowering father, so as a young girl I began to focus my helplessness on art. I became a punk and a squatter and rebelled against the GDR government.

In 1984, I was sent to the State Security remand prison in Dresden for sedition against state power. This ended my artistic career in East Germany. I didn't touch a brush again in protest until the death of both parents.