Studio

My studio sits at the bottom of the garden — a small, weathered cabin that has become my place to breathe, think, and make. Wooden walls, a big table, and shelves filled with clay in all its moods. Its a quite space where ideas develop slowly and each piece finds it form 

On most days, the door is open to the garden, and the light spills across unfinished forms. It’s quiet here, but not silent — birds, wind, the hum of life just outside. Inside, the rhythm is slower. Clay dries. forms take shape, and ideas unfold at their own pace.

This is where everything begins, not from sketches or plans, but from presence — from hands in clay and the willingness to see where it leads.