My Series
Shells (2022-2023)
This series was born from the shattering.
The world I knew collapsed when the war started.
The word shells carries a terrible poetry—our bodies, our bones, and the steel casings that end it all.
beginnings (2023)
Shaped in silence, shaped without thought. These forms came during the darkest time an escape, a breath, a moment of peace.
Small gestures of life, when everything else stood still.
grounded (2024-2025)
Shaped in the quiet after the storm. Their faces still carry the cracks — but light has entered.
These forms reach gently toward joy,
still fragile, still forming, learning how to smile again.
Before
From a time when shaping was play—light, curious, full of small sorrows and gentle joys. These pieces carry the memory of a life I’m still learning to recall.
My Series
I never plan what I will shape—each piece arrives on its own, unannounced. But over time, they begin to speak to each other. A mood, a rhythm, a truth. Some carry the same breath for a while… until something shifts, and new forms begin to emerge. Grouping them helps me trace the seasons of my inner world.