Spring

Spring is not announced by grand gestures. It begins with tiny bursts of red peeking through the dullness of winter. A quiet but unmistakable shift, a reminder that something new is on its way. This piece carries the essence of that transition, the joy of renewal, and the quiet promise of hope.

Each piece holds a story, but it does not begin or end with me. The joy is in letting it be what you see. Some may find colour, others may find memory. Some may notice the textures, others the gaps. This work is not born from sorrow or heaviness. It often begins in joy, in quiet wonder, or a moment that felt full. But like all things made by hand, it carries its own rhythm and leaves space for yours. There is no right way to view it. What you notice, what moves you, what stays with you, that becomes the meaning.