About Emilia Milcheva

I sincerely believe I was born an artist. Art has always been a mind set to me and my life perception method since childhood. I have started my artistic career as a painter which I am still. Nature is my greatest collaborator. I am deeply touched by its harmony and brilliance.  Through landscapes and floral subjects, I seek to capture not just the visible world, but the quiet emotion and memory held within it. My work is rooted in close observation—of light filtering through leaves, the rhythm of petals unfolding, the silence of distant hills, the reverie of endless meadows, the melancholy of autumn woods. These moments speak to something essential, something deeply human.

            Painting allows me to slow time, to linger in beauty that is often fleeting or overlooked. I work primarily in oils allowing each brushstroke to reflect both the spontaneity and genuine order found in nature. My palette shifts with the seasons, echoing the cycles of growth, decay, and renewal.

            Whether it’s a sweeping landscape or an intimate bloom, I hope my work invites viewers to reconnect—with the natural world, with themselves, and with the sense of wonder that lives quietly within us all.

            As my expressive and adventurous heart is always seeking for challenges I reached to explore the craft of ceramics. Its magic caught me straight off. I found in this art craft a different artistry that brings out of me a new voice and distinctive expression. I focus on imperfection and raw finish by allowing the clay to speak for itself, to have it as a partner in my creations rather than just a material. I allow the clay to show its own opinion without forcing it to follow my actual idea. Thus, I would call my ceramic artworks a vivid representative of wabi-sabi dzen philosophy. My free-styled art pieces have a genuine character and highlight the imperfection and the impermanence that composes us and the world we live in. I truly believe that nobody and nothing is perfect.  Enough is to bring out the own voice of things for they become real. Real and not perfect! Imperfect is what speaks louder. Imperfect is how we all are and where our true value lies.

       NOTHING LASTS…NOTHING IS FINISHED…NOTHING IS PERFECT