As I drift into my work for hours alone in the workshop, many feelings arise: emotions that I have lived and shared with others, those I felt inside and those that were expressed, all in all, they become a mix of senses. And gradually, in the workshop I start feeling less alone but in the company of people experiencing stories: some are mine and some belong to people I know. Once the pieces have been created, they are already part of me, part of my skin. From time to time, I go to look at them and check how they are drying up on the shelves and I feel like they are taking their own way, far from me but close to me at the same time.