It started, as most things do, out of curiosity.
A habit of wandering — through museums, vintage markets, the quiet corners of old shops. Not collecting, exactly. Just noticing. An unserious spirit of paying attention.
Somewhere along the way, the noticing turned into keeping. And the keeping turned into making.
What began as looking became a way of holding onto things — small, strange, beautiful things. And slowly, the work found its own place: somewhere between artefact and everyday object. Something old and something worn, all at once.