The Start I Didn’t Plan

My curiosity became the foundation for exploring myself through sculptural form.

It all started with a few floral compositions in papier-mâché. At first glance — simple. But it turned out to be much harder than I expected. Every artist has their own recipe. Mine didn’t always work. The trial and error was a little frustrating. I’m not someone who gets things right on the first try.

I began this as part of my own healing. Working with a therapist has been one of those cruel jokes life plays — a strange, painful gift. And somehow, it gives me something to hold on to.

I often ask myself: Who am I? What do I actually enjoy? And you know what —

I enjoy sculpting.

I made a few decorative flowers — no meaning, no purpose. And for me, that's the hardest part: to create not for the future, but just because it brings joy now. To me, the objects turned out quite charming and illustrative — which secretly flatters the illustrator part of me.

I find a certain resemblance here to the work of Amii Tsang. But what can I do — she’s truly brilliant in her field. I’d be sorry if this ever comes across as theft.

But that wasn’t my goal. My goal was something else entirely: to allow myself to exist. And those who’ve struggled with the same — they’ll understand.

These small figures were born from paper too. Funny thing is, I ended up disappointed. The technique demands too much time between steps. And I know my muse — she’s fickle and impulsive. That’s why I try to speak through my hands immediately. Maybe that’s why it all feels a bit rushed. But I haven’t yet found the right rhythm for my discipline. Still — I’m glad for even what I have now.

Later, these figures were randomly coated in a mixture of glue, plaster, and even cement. And there it was — a direct hit to my heart. That sandy, grainy texture. So beautiful without refinement, without perfection. Just alive. With a kind of presence, as if a hand had just touched it.

Inviting.