As a designer—and later, an independent artist—I’ve discovered countless ways to speak without words. Over time, amidst shifting cities and responsibilities, I’ve come to value something simple: the peace of a small, private corner◼︎

Regardless of where I live, this space always returns to the same form: a slightly open window, a desk in chaos, an aging laptop, and a clutter of books and tools. From here, I watch the rhythm of life unfold, and translate it into forms—drawings, glazes, textures. The clutter outside becomes clarity on the page or in clay◼︎

In a world where real space shrinks and rents rise absurdly, making things by hand becomes a quiet rebellion◼︎

This is my way of reclaiming space.
Not with square meters, but with intention, texture, and presence ◼︎

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