I was twenty-one when everything changed.

My mother survived a life-altering accident that reshaped both our lives.

The closeness we had always known slowly gave way to a quiet, unfamiliar distance. She would never be the same again and with that came grief. In the emptiness that followed, I felt untethered.

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By 2023, my mother was doing better and for the first time in years, I allowed myself to begin again. I longed for new horizons and went searching for light, freedom and a new breath of life.

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At twenty-seven, I left my family and everything familiar behind to move to Bondi Beach, Sydney, where one of the most beautiful chapters of my life unfolded. I found an apartment minutes from the water and fell in love with this new way of living. The ocean was always there in the distance, ever-changing yet endlessly faithful to itself.​​​

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I would wake before sunrise, sit in silence and watch the sun rise over the water. Under that Australian light, I discovered a version of myself I hadn’t known before, learning a new language and somehow, at the same time, learning to speak as a woman and as an artist.

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I met glass sculptor Galia Amsel and began learning to shape glass with my own hands. Walking to the beach each day, I started noticing how the light turned the Tasman Sea from silver to gold within the same hour and for the first time, I wanted to hold onto it.

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What began as a personal journey of healing became the foundation of my practice, working across glass and gilded, crumpled sculpture. That chapter still nourishes everything I make today, wherever I’m working from Paris, Sydney or the Mediterranean.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​