From Fragments to Wholeness

Until then, I had only fragments.
Tests, samples, shapes that collapsed before they could say anything clear.But one day, on the worktable, the first “whole” object appeared.
Not perfect, not finished — but carrying a presence that could not be ignored.For the first time, I felt I was holding a piece that carried its story complete.
It was both a surprise and a relief —
as if the path had begun to take direction.It wasn’t yet the collection.
It was only a sign.
But sometimes, a sign is enough to push you forward.