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Elena Mazova was born in 1974 in Moscow, Russia. Since her early years she had been dreaming of becoming a fairy and devoted all her activities and pastimes to this dream. For Elena Mazova, art is a way of life. She makes her pictures to lift her spirits up and relieve other people from boredom and depression, to inspire them with their own creative enthusiasm. Elena Mazova is a professional astrologist and has an astrological, technical and liberal arts education. She writes books on applied and philosophical astrology which are being published since 1995. Since 1997, she has dedicated herself to techno art style and is a member of the International Art Foundation. Her first personal exhibition was held in 1999. List of selected exhibitions: Inspiration art shop, Zhukovsky, 1999. Creative Union, Moscow, 2007. Saburovo gallery-club, Moscow, 2008. Heritage State Exhibition Hall and Museum, Moscow, 2008. Permanent exhibitions: All Things New beauty shop and office of the ROSTkniga publishing house, Moscow. Selling exhibition: Design of Fortune shop, Moscow. Online exhibitions: Saatchi gallery, London: .html; Saatchi gallery branch in Moscow: ; Arifics art-magazine: .php?action=browse&gallery=14; open web-gallery, Perm: .php; virtual gallery: .php; selling exhibition in Do Good gallery: ; Your Talent web-site: . Appearance on TV: in autumn 2005, Vremechko TV-channel featured Elena Mazova and her pictures in its program. Stolitsa channel in March, 2008 and TNT channel in June, 2008 showed a piece on her pictures. Story of Making the Pictures I felt sad. Everything in my life seemed to go wrong, not like I wanted it, everything turned against me. It looked like the situation itself was trying to drive me out of my life in which I had been very sure before. I needed to resist the circumstances, to prove to the world that I am in the right place... The room was cluttered. Someone scattered buttons about the table; beside the computer there lay a couple of defective CDs which should have been thrown away; a piece of fibreboard, which once had served as a shelf, protruded from behind a wardrobe; scraps of adhesive tape spotted the floor after some home repairs done by someone from the family. Had I been in my "normal" state, I would have cleaned it up, but I was in a kind of stupor, tensely looking for the solution of my problems. This altered state didn't let me act as usual.