Artistic Journey

My art is rooted in two ancient worlds: the rich clay traditions of Mesopotamia and the timeless philosophy of Japan.
In ancient Sumer and Babylon, clay was more than a material — it was the cradle of civilization, recording the first written words and preserving human memory.
Across the sea, ten thousand years ago, the Jomon people of Japan shaped and mended vessels with lacquer, honoring the cycles of creation, fracture, and repair.

This deep history lives in my hands.
Having spent ten years in pre-war Damascus, Syria — and living through the hardships of the civil war — I came to understand that survival is an art in itself. Clay became my refuge, my way to give form to what words could not say.
Through Kurinuki, Raku, and Kintsugi, I continue a sacred dialogue between earth and spirit, brokenness and healing.
Each vessel I shape, each golden seam I mend, speaks to resilience — to the quiet hope that beauty can be born from even the greatest scars.

My journey carries the spirit of the Sumerians who gave voice to clay, the Japanese artisans who embraced imperfection, and all those who transform pain into timeless art.