When I first came into contact with clay many years ago, I felt the excitement of my childhood on the streets. clay was our play dough then. Looking back today, I see that my journey with clay taught me patience, the beauty of imperfection and waiting. that it allowed me to focus on what I was doing without even hearing the sounds around me and to enjoy the moment endlessly without thinking about the aftermath... I wanted this healing journey that I started with clay to never end and to multiply by sharing it. I wish that my products, each of which I have created with my own hands and for which I put endless effort into every detail, will come to life in someone else's hands.