This past Sunday, I hosted a private viewing of my hand-built ceramics and sculptures at Zzen Studio, my cozy workspace. For just two hours, my front courtyard transformed into a vibrant space, filled with friends.

As we mingled, sipped drinks, and enjoyed light bites, our conversations flowed around topics like pottery, kilns, glazes, self-expression, and the inspiration behind feminine energy.

I had planned this event for a month, and the emotions I experienced could only be described as a whirlwind. I felt everything from fear and discomfort, to blessedness and ultimately gratitude. Confidence and power, combined with insecurities in a spectrum of feelings.

The warmth and support from my friends and guests were overwhelming. Despite a sudden rain shower that drenched the tablecloths and some art pieces, the calm silence of that Sunday afternoon left me feeling like a baby eagle discovering her courage.

In that moment, I felt fulfilled and complete, yet aware of areas for improvement. New ideas sparked in my mind, rekindling my creative spirit. I felt like myself again, even if just for a short while.

It all begins with an idea. The notion of telling a story, whether it’s your own or one expressed through your art. The story of mushrooms, my Mash collection and the way it’s related to immigration. Soon,I will sharing this tale here on my blog