How It All Began

Like a child’s first steps: uncertain, yet inevitable.

It began slowly. Without grand plans, without certainties.
It was like a child’s first steps: hesitant, but unavoidable.
There was no map, only an inexplicable pull toward an inner place where form and emotion met.

The first attempts were less about controlling the material and more about learning to listen to it.
I discovered quickly that clay does not respond to rushed commands.
Every layer placed required time, attention, and respect.

It wasn’t just about building an object, but about building a dialogue.
And at the beginning, I wasn’t sure if I was speaking the right words.
I wondered whether this path had real meaning, or if it was just a fleeting curiosity.

But somewhere within me, I knew: even if the steps were small, the direction was right.
Thomsa was born in silence, yet out of a powerful need: to give form to a vision that would not let me rest.

A beginning does not need to be spectacular to be true.
It only needs to be authentic.