Three years ago, while traveling with a backpack and no fixed destination, I encountered clay. What seemed like a brief crossing slowly became a place to stay. During that journey, I found my way to Min Yue Pottery, where I began learning pottery under the guidance of Teacher Wong Yi Min. What was once wandering gradually turned into rooting — and I have remained with clay ever since.
I have always felt closest to nature — to soil after rain, to the quiet rhythm of trees, to the patience of mountains and rivers. Perhaps that is why clay feels familiar in my hands. I am drawn to quiet observation. These impressions linger within me and later return as form.