About Makascha

As a child, I was lucky to spend my early years mostly in the care of my grandmother, who nurtured my creativity in the most beautiful way. By the age of three, we were already painting mandalas and characters from the stories we read together. This early encouragement gave me a deep and lasting connection to art.

Throughout my childhood, my favorite thing was to draw the heroes from movies and television. But even then, I was fascinated by exotic fantasy creatures and strange worlds—and I was deeply drawn to the work of Salvador Dalí at a very young age.

Many of my friends from school and later from my training years remember me as the person who was always sitting somewhere sketching or drawing. I carried a sketchbook with me everywhere—and when I didn’t have one, I would doodle on napkins and beer coasters in bars. I always had the urge to express whatever I felt inside in a visual form.

However, these creative impulses were often accompanied by deep self-doubt and harsh self-criticism, which eventually led to frustration and resignation—especially after being rejected by the art academy in Stuttgart.

Since I had studied graphic design and enjoyed photography, I took the leap into self-employment and worked on many wonderful photographic projects—always weaving in my artistic sensibility.

But over time, I stopped painting altogether. I had lost the connection to it. Still, deep inside, there was a longing—a yearning for the colors and forms that once flowed so naturally from my hand.

Then one day, life gifted me a unique glimpse into an altered state of consciousness.
Through a deep trance during a plant medicine ceremony, I reconnected with the magical world I had known as a child.
My adult understanding of the world was shattered—I found myself floating in a vast, empty space. It was both terrifying and awe-inspiring, but within it, I felt an expansiveness that I hadn’t known in years.