House of Creativity

Here, the materials are not silent. Paint remembers light, clay retains the imprint of pressure, metal its melting point. My task is not to suppress these memories, but to become their translator.

This is a laboratory for the study of silence. True work occurs in those moments when your hands are still and your gaze is unfocused. That's when the solution comes—not as a flash of insight, but as the only possible way out of the dialogue the material has been having with you all this time.
To create a work of art is not to conquer matter, but to hear it and give it a voice. The finished work should leave a living trace of this struggle-collaboration: roughness, asymmetry, the barely noticeable trace of an accidental touch. Perfect smoothness is death. Life lies in the imprints of the process.
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