About me
This is Zzen.
II was born where the carpets hold stories and silence speaks in gesture. Now I build with clay and flowers in a sunlit corner of Perth.
Each piece I make is a conversation—between earth and breath, between what was held in and what can now be let go.
Porcelain, the softest strength. A hand-shaped cup. A petal held just so.
This is Zzen.
Not loud. Not still.
A pause in the middle of becoming.
I am Naz.
A ceramist. A florist. A memory-keeper.
Zzen is the way I see, feel, and give.
One stem. One curve. One quiet revolution at a time.