Unknowingly, I had been searching for my true creative element. For as long as I can remember, I’ve felt creativity almost physically in my hands. Over the years, I explored various forms within fashion, drawing and graphic design.

 

In 2021, I took an evening ceramics course and instantly felt a deep connection with the clay. I realized this was my element. Here, I could explore freely, shaping three-dimensional forms and structures through play and experimentation.

 

The garage became a studio—a space of pure joy. Just steps from my home, it is now where I lose myself in creation. From the first moment I worked with clay, I knew I had found my path. Hours slip away in the studio, often stretching into the quiet of early morning. It’s a place where creativity flows without restrictions.

 

My technique has grown quickly, and working with clay has taught me patience and precision. Yet, as with any creative journey, this is only the beginning.