made live in the studio
The Story
She learned to
listen differently.
The name came before the sculptures did. Signal not noise — three words written in a notebook during a period of beautiful overwhelm. Too much input. Too many versions of what she was supposed to be making.
She turned to clay and paper and paint as a way of going quiet. The figure of a woman — no particular woman, every woman — became the form she kept returning to. The blue arrived almost by accident, then became the only colour that felt honest.
Each piece still shows the hand that made it. The drips. The texture. The places the material pushed back. She's just beginning. That's the point.