Nelly Tsenova was born in 1961 in the city of Plovdiv,
Bulgaria. She completed the course of the High School
of Fine Arts in her home town and graduated from the
National Academy of Fine Arts in the sity of Sofia, under
Prof. Vasil Ovcharov.
The author has had four own exhibitions. Her works 
have become possessions of people both in the country
and abroad.
She lives and works in the city of Plovdiv.
If the creative work integrates the strenuous search
and discovery - the insight, then in these works the act
of looking deep inside her soul is a communion with her 
divine nature. The dynamics of this process transforms
the artistic messages into a bridge between the 
personal cognition and the wisdom of humanity.

Tanya Madgarova
(after a publication for the author's works)

 

A dream inside a dream. Among the swift flying flocks of dreams, the artist catches the most resplendent one, places it in a frame, and begins to spread thickened energy, instead of paints, on moving wings in order to give herself and the others back the clear rhythm of bodies, the logical illogicality of senses, the furiousness and self devotion of passion, the peace of attained harmony. In Nelly Tsenova's paintings, the existence is raised up to a intuitively realized mystery where every participant is a part of the Divine. The Little Prince would certainly find his own planet in her pictures. In her works, the space is a receptacle of eternal signs cross, sphere, pagoda, flame, spiral which are made from the most unabiding and vulnerable substance grass, flowers, butterflies. The wonder of impregnation and growing always reigns everywhere i them, the flowers communicate by the gleam of fireflies, the worlds by the light of stars. It is raining life together with the rain drops, life is pouring out with the blessing of the system carrying sap to leaves, stems, and flowers. Under the newly riser moon's eye, the plants are rising on tiptoe, they are budding, opening petals, twitching their stamen aerials, swaying in a magic ring dance around the luminary, and shooting up before our eyes. The house is lit jubilantly a ship set out over the sleepwalking glass surface of the sea of life, a mirage for two. The artist narrates the visions from the viewpoint of an absolute cosmic consciousness which cares for the existence of the tiniest flower and fly in the building of the Universe. For Nelly Tsenova, the world is a nest of embryos, nothing is occasional or superfluous in it, the divine mercy keeps watch over it, a tiny leaf houses the model of the whole microcosm and tells again the story of the eternity of the whole at the moment of its flight to the non existence. By feminine poetic knowledge, the Mother Earth signs the Ode of Joy. Nelly Tsenova has dreamt our dreams in order that we have them not only during sleep.
                                                                                                                                                       Kristin Yurukova