As I explore clay, a collection of demons begins to emerge. They are pure representations of my subconscious — three-dimensional expressions of my inner darkness.

Although traditionally associated with evil, here they take on a different role. They speak a more intimate language — one rooted in the soul. They exist in a space in between, lingering within the unknown.

Each carries its own personality, embodying emotional states that move through me over time. They develop their own patterns and stories: some echo the simplicity of Japanese culture, others the vibrancy of Southern traditions, while some express more instinctive states such as joy and laughter.

They are all connected by the presence of red — a colour that ignites creation. It holds within it life, passion, danger, and blood. It is a colour that cannot be ignored.

“The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.”
— Kahlil Gibran