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Creativity, for me, is not merely an act of making—it is a profound, almost sacred process of unfolding.

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It is a dance between the known and the unknown, a conversation with the depths of my own soul. 

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In every creation, there is a quiet reverence for what is yet to be discovered, an acknowledgment that the act of creating is, in itself, a journey toward wholeness.

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I do not begin with a destination in mind; instead, I begin with an openness, a willingness to step into the mystery. 

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The materials I work with, the forms I explore, all serve as mirrors to my inner landscape. 

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Through them, I engage in an ongoing dialogue with the unseen forces that shape me—the subconscious, the emotional, the intuitive. In this dialogue,

 

I surrender to the unknown, trusting that each thread, each shape, is a step toward something more true, more real.

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The process is everything. It is not about achieving perfection, nor

about arriving at a final state.

 

It is about the unfolding, the slow and sometimes painful shedding of layers. Each decision I make, each shift I take, brings me closer to the essence of what I am meant to express. 

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And in the space between intention and execution, I find meaning. 

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There is beauty in the struggle, in the uncertainty, in the moments when the path forward is unclear but the desire to create remains unwavering.

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In art, mistakes are not errors but invitations—whispers from the deeper self, urging me to go further, to reach deeper, to listen more closely. Each misstep is a turning point, a chance to let go of preconceived notions and embrace a more authentic expression.

 

In this process, I have come to understand that true creativity is not about control but about surrender: surrendering to the flow, to the evolving nature of the work, to the parts of myself that are still hidden, still unfolding.

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Through trial and error, through moments of doubt and clarity, I create not just objects, but an experience of transformation. 

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I see now that art is less about what is created and more about the act of creation itself. It is through this act that I learn who I am, what I value, and what I am capable of.

 

Each piece becomes a marker of my own growth, a testament to the shifts within me as I navigate the complex landscape of self.

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This journey is one of constant becoming. Each work is a reflection of where I am at this moment—an expression of my own evolution. 

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In every piece, I find pieces of myself, fragments of understanding, threads of meaning that weave together to form a larger picture—one that will never be fully realized but always in the process of being discovered.

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To create is to be vulnerable, to be open, to be human. And in that vulnerability, I find my strength. In that openness, I find my truth. In the act of creating, I am constantly remade