Modeling is a return to childhood and discipline at the same time.

Everything is simple in plasticine: You touch it, and the world changes.

He is lively, gentle, ready to accept any thought, but at the same time does not forgive negligence.

Every finger movement leaves a trace, and this trace becomes a part of the work history.

I always make several choices.

One can be heavy, earthy, another can be elongated, tense, and the third can be almost airy.

These are different states of the same idea.

Sometimes there is no right and wrong between them — just different accents of meaning.

While I'm sculpting, I'm listening to which of the shapes starts to "sound" louder than the others.

Plasticine is the material of honesty.

He doesn't hide mistakes, he doesn't hide behind technique.

Here the hand speaks directly, without a filter.

It is an instant dialogue between design and matter.

Sometimes the fingers act faster than the mind, and suddenly it turns out not what you wanted, but what you need.

When there are enough options, I put them side by side. 

I watch how they behave in space, how they catch the light, how they breathe.

I understand that everyone is a small world, but you have to choose one. 

The choice is part of the process, sometimes even the most painful.

But accuracy is impossible without it. 

Next comes the stage of realization: which form really carries the idea.

This is how the next step begins — choosing an option where the hand gives way to intuition.

Sculpting is the moment when a form feels alive for the first time.

And so are you.