Майя

PORTFOLIO
ПРО МЕНЕ
Доброго дня . Мене звати Майя . Трохи хочу познайомитись
з Вами і розказати про свій досвід , а потім перейдемо
до моїх робіт .
Вік : 19 років
Досвід : 1 рік і два місяці . Рік у онлайн школі , 2 місяці працювала
на ютуб каналі та робила прев’ю .
Освіта : провчилась 2 роки в дуже сильному DNIPRO ART
COLLEGE ,де мене вчили прекрасні викладачі ХАРКІВСЬКОЇ
ДЕРЖАВНОЇ АКАДЕМІЇ,сильнішої академії мистецтв.
За ці два роки я встигла отримати ПЕРШЕ місце в
міжнародному конкурсі шрифтів Pangram. Ще я декілька разів
брала участь у виставках в СОЮЗІ ХУДОЖНИКІВ м . Дніпро.
На даний момент закінчила 2 курс Київської НАЦІОНАЛЬНОЇ
АКАДЕМІЇЇ ОБРАЗОТВОРЧИХ МИСТЕЦТВ та АРХІТЕКТУРИ
на спеціальності « графіка вільна оформлення та ілюстрація книги »
Це суміш дизайнера книги та художника - графіка , який володіє
усіма графічними техніками : літографія , офорт на міді та пластику,
гравюра (дерево,лінолеум) ; живописця ; каліграфа ; ілюстратора;
макетувальника ; дизайнера - верстальника.
Що я вмію : розробка логотипів ; розробка фірмового стилю ;
створення макетів сайтів в FIGMA ; підтримання стилю бренда;
створення ілюстрацій ; робота з ШІ ; поєднання ШІ та дизайн
(наприклад, генерація фотографій та подальша ретуш/вставка та адаптація цього матеріалу для підтримки стилю бренду) ;
створення брендбуків ; створення журналів ; створення книги та її ілюстрація ; рекламний контент ; створення та підтримка стилю
ведення сторінок у соц мережах ; робота з векторною та растровою графікою.

Навички програм :

ПРО МЕНЕ (ще трохи)
Людина я позитивна і відкрита . Працювати зі мною легко і спокійно . До свого досвіду роботи саме у дизайні я працювала
в ресторані . Там мене так навчили комунікації , що я і сама зараз можу викладати трудову етику та навички співпраці з
великими та різносторонніми колективами . Вмію адаптуватись та реагувати на стресові та термінові задачі швидко . Готова
вирішувати будь - які питання , та навіть зможу погадати на картах за потреби ) Активний громадянин країни , постійний учасник
мітингів

ПРИКЛАДИ
СПІВПРАЦІ
З ШАХОВОЮ ШКОЛОЮ
Пост - карусель та обкладинки для рілс

ТЕМАТИЧНІ ПОСТЕРИ
ДЛЯ СПОРТЗАЛУ

ВІЗУАЛ ДЛЯ PSY LAB
рілс та пост-карусель
Було цікаво використати досвід ведення соц мереж , і я
швиденько придумала проєкт для такої от сторінки
психологічної підтримки .

ОБКЛАДИНКИ
ДЛЯ РІЛС

ПОСТ -
КАРУСУЛЬ

СТВОРЕННЯ ПРЕВ’Ю
НА ЗАМОВЛЕННЯ
Замовник вів декілька ютуб - каналів на теми стосунків людей .
І я по його шаблону створювала по 30-40 прев’ю на день

ІЛЮСТРАЦІЯ КНИЖКИ
Головна задача була в розробці трьох ілюстрацій , які зможуть
розкрити акцентні події вибраного твору .
Я спробувала робити ілюстрації , які передають туман в голові
головного героя , який за свій життєвий шлях встиг наробити
біди , якої навіть не помічав або виправдовував себе

The picture
of
ІЛЮСТРАЦІЇ
Illustrator Zobenko Maya
ДО КНИГИ
By Oscar Wilde

РОЗВОРОТИ
КНИГИ

The picture Table of contents
of Chapter II

Chapter VII

Chapter XX

Dorian Grey
Lord Henry found Dorian Gray in the garden, leaning into the lilac blossoms and breathing in their scent as though it
were wine. He spoke softly about pleasure, beauty, and the senses being the cure for the soul. Dorian listened with
fascination and unease. There was something irresistible in Lord Henry’s voice and philosophy, something that seemed
to awaken thoughts he had never known before.

As they sat together in the shade, Lord Henry began praising youth and beauty above all things. He warned Dorian that
beauty fades quickly and that time destroys everything. One day, he said, Dorian’s face would wrinkle, his charm would

Illustrator Maya Zobenko disappear, and life would lose its meaning. Youth was the only thing truly worth having.
By Oscar Wilde
The words struck deeply into Dorian’s heart. Until then, he had never fully understood his own beauty or realized that it
could vanish. Suddenly the future terrified him.

At that moment Basil Hallward called them back into the studio. The portrait was finally complete. Lord Henry admired it
greatly and invited Dorian to look at himself.

Standing before the painting, Dorian saw his own beauty as if for the first time. The portrait captured all the perfection
of his youth, and the realization filled him with both wonder and fear. He understood that while the painting would
remain forever young, he himself would grow old and ugly.

In despair, Dorian cried out that he would give everything—even his soul—if only the portrait could age instead of him.

Basil was shocked by the sudden change in his friend. Dorian became angry and accused Basil of valuing art more than

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Lord Henry crossed the room and, sitting down beside Dorian Gray, took both his
hands firmly in his own.

“Dorian,” he said, “my letter… don’t be frightened… informed you of Sibyl Vane’s
death.”

A cry of pain broke from the young man’s lips, and, tearing his hands away from
Lord Henry’s, he sprang to his feet.

“Dead! Sibyl dead! It is not true! It is a horrible lie! How dare you say such a thing!”

“It is quite true, Dorian,” said Lord Henry gravely. “All the evening papers contain
the news. I wrote to you asking you not to receive anyone until I came. There will
have to be an inquest, of course, and you must not be mixed up in it. Things like
that in Paris make a man famous, but in London people still have so many
prejudices. One should never make one’s debut with a scandal. One should
reserve that for old age, so as to prolong the interest society takes in one. I hope

Table of contents
that your name was not mentioned in connection with the theatre? If not, all is
well. Did anyone see you go into her dressing-room? That is a very important
point.”
For a few moments Dorian made no answer. He was stunned with horror. At last
he murmured in a choked voice:

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Chapter VII

Chapter XX

It was a lovely night, so warm that Dorian Gray carried his coat over his arm as he walked home smoking. Two young

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men passed him and whispered his name. Once, such attention had delighted him, but now he was weary of hearing it.
Lately he had often escaped to a small village where no one knew who he was. There he had met a simple girl who
believed him poor and innocent. She possessed the purity he himself had lost.
At home, he dismissed his servant and lay in the library thinking of Lord Henry’s words. Could a man never truly change?
He longed for the innocence of his youth. He knew he had corrupted himself and others, taking pleasure in cruelty and
influence. Yet perhaps redemption was still possible.
He remembered the fatal wish he had once made—that the portrait should bear the burden of age and sin while he
remained forever young. That wish had ruined him. Punishment, he thought, might have purified him better than eternal
beauty ever could.
Taking up the mirror Lord Henry had given him years ago, he stared into his flawless face. Once he had adored that
beauty; now he hated it. In anger he threw the mirror to the floor and crushed it beneath his heel. His beauty had been a
mask, his youth a mockery.
Thoughts of Basil Hallward and Alan Campbell passed through his mind. Basil was dead by his own hand; Alan had
destroyed himself. Yet what troubled Dorian most was not their deaths but the corruption of his own soul. Still, he
Lord convinced
Henry foundhimself
Dorianthat hein
Gray had
thebegun
garden,a new life. He
leaning intohad
thespared one innocent
lilac blossoms girl. Surely
and breathing inthat
theirmeant
scent something.
as though it friendship. Overcome with emotion, he declared that the portrait would
He decided to look
were wine. Heonce
spokemore at the
softly portrait
about hidden
pleasure, upstairs.
beauty, and Carrying
the senses a lamp,
beinghetheunlocked
cure forthe
theroom and drew
soul. Dorian back the
listened with someday mock him cruelly.
purple curtain.
fascination andA unease.
cry escaped
Therehim.
was The portrait had
something not improved.
irresistible in Lord The facevoice
Henry’s seemedandeven more cunning
philosophy, and hypocritical
something that seemed
than before, and the blood upon the painted hand looked fresh. The horror of it shook
to awaken him. He
thoughts hewondered
had neverifknown
his kindness
before. In frustration Basil seized a palette knife and threatened to destroy the
had only been vanity disguised as goodness. Perhaps nothing in him had truly changed at all. painting, but Dorian rushed forward, tore the knife from his hand, and begged
For
As a moment
they he considered
sat together confession.
in the shade, Yet fear
Lord Henry and pride
began stopped
praising youthhim.
andNo one would
beauty abovebelieve the He
all things. truth even if
warned he told
Dorian it.
that him to stop. The portrait had already become too precious to him. He
The portrait
beauty fadesalone remained
quickly and thatas evidence
time against
destroys him, a silent
everything. witness
One day, to every
he said, sin and
Dorian’s faceevery
wouldcrime hidden
wrinkle, beneath
his charm his
would confessed that he loved it because it felt like part of himself.
disappear, and life would lose its meaning. Youth was the only thing truly worth having.

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The tension slowly faded. Tea was brought into the studio, and the
The words struck deeply into Dorian’s heart. Until then, he had never fully understood his own beauty or realized that it conversation turned lighter, though Basil remained troubled. Lord Henry invited
could vanish. Suddenly the future terrified him. Dorian to the theatre that evening, and Dorian eagerly accepted. Basil asked
him not to go, but Dorian refused.
At that moment Basil Hallward called them back into the studio. The portrait was finally complete. Lord Henry admired it
greatly and invited Dorian to look at himself. As Lord Henry and Dorian left together, Basil watched them with growing pain,
sensing that something dangerous had begun.
Standing before the painting, Dorian saw his own beauty as if for the first time. The portrait captured all the perfection
of his youth, and the realization filled him with both wonder and fear. He understood that while the painting would
remain forever young, he himself would grow old and ugly.

In despair, Dorian cried out that he would give everything—even his soul—if only the portrait could age instead of him.

Basil was shocked by the sudden change in his friend. Dorian became angry and accused Basil of valuing art more than

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Lord Henry crossed the room and, sitting down beside Dorian Gray, took both his “Harry, you said an inquest? What do you mean? Surely Sibyl… Oh, Harry, I can’t bear it! But speak. Tell me everything
hands firmly in his own. quickly!”

“Dorian,” he said, “my letter… don’t be frightened… informed you of Sibyl Vane’s “I have no doubt it was not an accident, Dorian, though it must be put in that way for the public. It seems that as she
death.” was leaving the theatre with her mother, about half-past twelve, she said she had forgotten something upstairs. They
waited for her for some time, but she did not return. At last she was found lying dead on the floor of her dressing-room.
A cry of pain broke from the young man’s lips, and, tearing his hands away from She had taken something by mistake—something dreadful that they use for the theatre. I don’t know what it was, but
Lord Henry’s, he sprang to his feet. something containing prussic acid or white lead. I should fancy it was prussic acid, as death seems to have been
instantaneous.”
“Dead! Sibyl dead! It is not true! It is a horrible lie! How dare you say such a thing!”
“Harry, Harry, it is dreadful!” cried the lad.
“It is quite true, Dorian,” said Lord Henry gravely. “All the evening papers contain
the news. I wrote to you asking you not to receive anyone until I came. There will “Yes, it is very tragic, of course, but you must not be mixed up in it. I see by The Standard that she was seventeen. I should
have to be an inquest, of course, and you must not be mixed up in it. Things like have thought she was younger. She looked such a child, and seemed to know so little about acting. Dorian, you must not
that in Paris make a man famous, but in London people still have so many let this thing upset you. You must come and dine with me, and afterwards we will go on to the opera. Patti is singing
prejudices. One should never make one’s debut with a scandal. One should tonight, and everybody will be there. You can come to my sister’s box. She will have some interesting women with her.”
reserve that for old age, so as to prolong the interest society takes in one. I hope
that your name was not mentioned in connection with the theatre? If not, all is “So I have murdered Sibyl Vane,” said Dorian Gray to himself, as it were. “Murdered her as surely as if I had cut her little
well. Did anyone see you go into her dressing-room? That is a very important throat with a knife. And yet the roses are not less lovely for all that, and the birds sing just as happily in my garden. And
point.” tonight I am to dine with you, and then go to the opera, and afterwards to supper somewhere, I suppose. How
For a few moments Dorian made no answer. He was stunned with horror. At last extraordinarily dramatic life is! If I had read all this in a book, Harry, I think I would have wept over it. But now that it has
he murmured in a choked voice: happened to me, it seems far too strange for tears.

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It was a lovely night, so warm that Dorian Gray carried his coat over his arm as he walked home smoking. Two young He walked restlessly through the room, unable to escape the sight of the
men passed him and whispered his name. Once, such attention had delighted him, but now he was weary of hearing it. horrible portrait. Every sin of his life seemed written upon its face. He could not
Lately he had often escaped to a small village where no one knew who he was. There he had met a simple girl who bear the sight of it any longer. The painted face seemed to know every secret
believed him poor and innocent. She possessed the purity he himself had lost. thought that crossed his mind.
At home, he dismissed his servant and lay in the library thinking of Lord Henry’s words. Could a man never truly change? A cold terror crept through him as he stared at the horrible image before him.
He longed for the innocence of his youth. He knew he had corrupted himself and others, taking pleasure in cruelty and The painted eyes followed him with cruel mockery...The painted eyes followed
influence. Yet perhaps redemption was still possible. him with cruel mockery, and the twisted mouth appeared almost alive. For
He remembered the fatal wish he had once made—that the portrait should bear the burden of age and sin while he years it had ruled over him like a conscience he could neither silence nor
remained forever young. That wish had ruined him. Punishment, he thought, might have purified him better than eternal destroy. He felt suddenly that as long as it existed, he could never truly be free
beauty ever could. from fear, guilt, or memory.
Taking up the mirror Lord Henry had given him years ago, he stared into his flawless face. Once he had adored that Then he saw the knife that had killed Basil Hallward. If it had destroyed the
beauty; now he hated it. In anger he threw the mirror to the floor and crushed it beneath his heel. His beauty had been a painter, it could destroy the painting too. He seized it and stabbed the portrait.
mask, his youth a mockery. A terrible cry rang through the house. Servants awoke in fear, and passersby
Thoughts of Basil Hallward and Alan Campbell passed through his mind. Basil was dead by his own hand; Alan had stopped outside.
destroyed himself. Yet what troubled Dorian most was not their deaths but the corruption of his own soul. Still, he When at last the locked room was forced open, they found on the wall a
convinced himself that he had begun a new life. He had spared one innocent girl. Surely that meant something. magnificent portrait of Dorian Gray in all the beauty of youth.
He decided to look once more at the portrait hidden upstairs. Carrying a lamp, he unlocked the room and drew back the On the floor lay a dead man, withered, wrinkled, and hideous, a knife driven into
purple curtain. A cry escaped him. The portrait had not improved. The face seemed even more cunning and hypocritical his heart.
than before, and the blood upon the painted hand looked fresh. The horror of it shook him. He wondered if his kindness Only by the rings on his fingers did they recognize him.
had only been vanity disguised as goodness. Perhaps nothing in him had truly changed at all.
For a moment he considered confession. Yet fear and pride stopped him. No one would believe the truth even if he told it.
The portrait alone remained as evidence against him, a silent witness to every sin and every crime hidden beneath his

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y
MY ATTEMPTS
Це була спроба відслідкувати свої дні та передати кожен
день особливо . Кожен день має свій стиль та кольори

M або знову пробую
i will try to change

зібратись

E сли ко всему относиться как к
задачам , как к пунктам в списке
A ttempts

03.07.2025.

MY TALISMAN
дел- жить будет легче . Все это
дуже люблю цю колекцію іграшок. І ця
превращается в некую игру, где
«SUSPICIOUS FOX» припала мені до душі.
важны не чувства, а факт
Усі мені кажуть, що я схожа на лису. А я й
ще синя.. тож так, це я.

FOLLOWING THE PLAN!!!
виконуємо усе, радіємо життю

2 3

04.07.2025.
з I CAN`T
IC

самого ранку нема сил
тяжKO вставати, трохи попрацювала I CAN`T
тривожно йти до лікаря.. I CAN`T
I CAN`T
I CAN`T
I CAN`T
I CAN`T
є постійне відчуття,що я
A

тупо чогось не можу. От
бігала по дніпру та шукала щось, чого навіть і не XOчу.. потім купила пива XOч убийся, але якийсь лиXOдій
а потім ще ОДНУ ПЛЯШЕЧКУ,,. гуляла перед цим. було трохи тривожно. збудував бар’єр, і всьо.Відчуття,
що я тупо не здатна вести акаунт,
малювати те, що подобається,
отримувати задоволення від процесу.
Ну і що я не зможу у дизайні
реалізуватись.Це теж страшно.я взагалі
всього боюсь. близості, роботи,
N

були переїдання BUT протеїновими батончиками відсутності роботи. KOроче кажучи, я
боягузка.. отак от.
`T

I CAN`T ум ію , що не мо
жна так
далі жит
и

ж я роз
I CAN`T
багато думала сьогодні про
віKOву регресію але

I CAN`T
I CAN`T
I CAN`T
I CAN`T як втекти від втоми?
Розмовляла з сестричKOю.Згадували, як
як почувати себе краще?
I CAN`Tяк не боятись жити?
усе раніше було. моЖе якби не війна- то
наші моральні стани були б у кращому
стані. дуЖе XOчу, щоб сестрі стало

I CAN`T
краще,більш за все я переживаю за неї.
Раніше було так добре

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I CAN`T
05.07.2025.
Весело проводила час з колегами.
Багато сміялась, бігала та балакала.
Навіть з одним чоловіком , з яким не
завжди легко, нормально розмовляла

дала багато підтримки Саші.. нервую
за неї дуже сильно.

сьогодні дуже соціально активна

Йшла на роботу з мамою
Її підтримка, яка ненароком знецінює, дуже ранить. під кінець дня я знов наче на дні

тяжко кожного ранку знаходити
сили, щоб жити цей клятий день

дуже цікава думка моєї колеги.
вона каже , що у мене це все схоже
на дивний депресивний епізод
багацько думок про те, що я маю бути найкращою
в академії,що я погана людина.
сьогодні багато думок про їжу та мою
неідеальність.треба знімати кветіапін,я ледве
стримуюсь, аби не переїсти
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06.07.2025.

споча потім я пограла в
тку м шахи з батьком,
батьк алюва та проколола
а аква ла мамі вушко!!
реллю

потім я пішла до
магазину та
спілкувалась з
подругою та ко
ми ди
вилич ханою людиною
ь стар
і філь
ми
трохи засмучувала ідея
переїдань та постійної втоми отримала компліменти від подруги

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ВПЕРШЕ СПОКІЙНО ГОВОРИЛА З ПОДРУГОЮ З КАМЕРОЮ

0.07.2025.
мені так погано мені так я два рази розридалась , я знову нашкодила собі , я дуже хочу до психіатра
погано чому я не можу
впоратись з собою
чому те , що є моїм сенсом життя,
приносить мені біль, чому я
сьогодні був просто жахливий завжди у якомусь програші, хоча
день, наче я маю бути щасливою
буквально усі працівники мене
чмирили за одну помилку,або
навіть за те, що не є помилкою я маю бути опорою для всіх

кожна людина на роботі
досі питає, що у мене з
я ридала та розповідала приятильці про все, що бентежить мене.
руками. кожному я маю
вона сказала, що бачить у мені себе в минулому.дуже по-доброму сказала,
пояснювати та
що десь у 22 мені буде легше

Mas
виправдовуватись.я
вона каже, що у мене є найголовніше-свідомість
втомилась від людей, я
хочу бути одна
…