Ceramic Diary
Some people write diaries.
I can’t.
I always knew my memories and thoughts were meant to live somewhere else.
So I decided to paint them on ceramics 🙃
Instead of disappearing into a notebook, these moments became something you can hold in your hands.
Chapter 1 (24 July 2026)
This week, I wanted to remember:
Not to rush through life.
To press the pause button more often.
To leave footprints in the sand (or in the mud).
To enjoy the sea.
To allow myself to say goodbye.
To think outside the frame.
To make home my safe place.
To take a coffee break without guilt.
And, most importantly...to smile 🙂
Chapter 2 (31 July 2026)
This chapter began in the mountains, where I felt more alive than ever.
I wanted to capture the little things that make life feel special: the tiny creatures in nature that make my heart skip a beat, the adventures that remind us to experience the world, the moments of care and healing, and the simple joy of smiling again.
Each symbol painted on this piece carries a small meaning. Together, they tell a story about being present, noticing the beauty around us, and remembering that today is enough.
Chapter 3 (8 August 2026)
This week, I am the focus.
As a person.
As a woman. ❤️
Passion, marked in red.
It’s so easy to lose ourselves in everyday routines, work, family, cooking, cleaning, taking care of everyone and everything.
And somewhere in between all of that, we forget to ask: Where do I fit into my own life?
So I wanted this mug to remind me:
That I am art.
That I am important.
That I am allowed to be free as a bird.
That the sun is here to make my skin glow a little brighter.
That I want to play, sing, create, and simply enjoy being alive.
And to feel that beautiful tingling of love.
This mug is a little reminder to come back to myself.
To make space for the woman behind all the daily roles.
And, for the third time…to not to forget to smile.
Chapter 4 (21 August 2026)
This week started in Croatia, where I always allow myself to pause a little more.
To learn about a new bird species I heard.
To breathe a little deeper.
To feel a little more alive.
This mug is a bit cloudy inside, and maybe I was a little cloudy inside, too.
But I started thinking that maybe that’s okay.
Without clouds, there is no rain.
Without rain, there are no flowers.
I started thinking about how much of life happens in between the things we are waiting for.
For things to grow.
For things to bloom.
Why not just breathe.
And let things take their time.
Allowing yourself to remember that sometimes, nothing needs to happen at all.
Maybe being alive is enough.
