Author Archives: ursula

Light. Surfaces. Winter air. Nature. The not rushing. I observe the outside world while I stay still. I love it here in the secret garden, where all I hear are birds, grasses, and the wind. It’s that kind of noise that lets my thoughts settle. Nothing asks anything of me. If I sit still longContinue reading “January”

I am sitting on the threshold. The past is already dissolving behind me. There is no point in looking back. In front of me lies a misty vastness, mysterious and unknown. I’ll have to step further. But what do I want? Who am I? I have never been here before, not even in my dreams.Continue reading “the treshold”

This past summer wasn’t just another season for me. Slowing down touched every layer of my world, from the way I create to the way I see and move through my days. In August, I stepped away from everything for a while. No plans, no deadlines. I needed to pause… I have learned my limitsContinue reading “about pausing”

This year marks ten years of my brand. What began as a quiet dream grew into a world of delicate pieces, drawings, poetry, and slow days in the studio. A decade of sculpting, shaping.. and listening. Listening to clay, to silence, to the whispers of nature outside. A journey of small victories, aches, and countlessContinue reading “10 years milestone”

Dear friend, here’s a glimpse from my late summer mornings. I love this new spot I discovered. I could not wait to come back and see all the secret corners and details. I can hear birds chirping in the hedges and the rustling noise that blackbirds make when they forage on the ground in theContinue reading “late summer morning”