I’ve always been drawn to things made by hand — objects that carry the warmth of the person who created them.

When I was a child, I watched my father carve faces from wood and paint at the kitchen table. Those moments shaped the way I see the world. Art wasn’t something distant or formal — it was part of everyday life, something alive, something human.

Today I work with clay and paint for the same reason: I love the quiet conversation between hands and material. Each piece I make is a continuation of that early memory — a tribute to craftsmanship, patience, and the beauty of imperfect, handmade things.