A few years ago, as I began practicing meditation and breathwork, something stirred within me—a sense of childlike wonder I hadn’t felt in years. This shift transformed my approach to art, opening new creative pathways I hadn’t explored earlier in my career. I rediscovered the pure joy of drawing, making it a daily ritual that brought both calm and inspiration into my life.

When the world went into lockdown, I found solace in my art practice, grateful for the peace it offered during an uncertain time. It was in those quiet months of isolation that O was born. One afternoon, lost in thought on my couch, a persistent image kept replaying in my mind—a Russian toy that wobbled but never fell. The symbolism was undeniable: resilience, balance, and the ability to keep going despite life’s ups and downs. I felt an instant connection between this toy and my own journey. I knew I had to bring it to life—but in my own way.