All things have stories. Unless they come from IKEA. And even those might have an explanation beyond description. Once I had a friend in Berlin who owned only items with stories, including a picture of an exorcist and few beaten up dimensional billboard letters. Then, there are few things that I enjoy making, because it reminds me how, why or for whom I made the first exemplar. So, for me creating is more like a ritual retelling of these narratives. Here you can find both of them – stories and my hand made things alike.

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