My first collection, born from bare hands,
from quiet days in a new city,
from the hunger to make something real.

Each form in Mash was a conversation
between pressure and release,
between what I knew and what I was still learning.

It held the weight of arrival
the way Perth held me when I didn’t know if I belonged.
Clay became my language.
Mash became my beginning.

Since then, I return to it
sometimes to create, sometimes to remember.
It’s a living collection.
Never closed.
Always becoming.