Nature is my inspiration.

I like to create simple objects, both functional or non functional pottery.
When I touch the clay, something magical happens. In the ritual of creation something unexpected almost always happens. I want to do one thing and the clay leads to another, but the initial concept stays the same. The struggle stops when I step out of the way. Clay connects me with the Mother Earth. It comes from it. It brings me back to the roots and almost forces me to ask myself the question what is the purpose of creation, what is the message?