Odd Muse

I started sketching and painting when I was eleven. Art was always part of me — but growing up in an Arab Sudanese family, being an artist was never really seen as a practical path. So, like a lot of people, I compromised. I studied biotechnology.

I never worked a day in it. Instead I spent more than ten years in a nine-to-six, building a life that looked stable from the outside and slowly stopped resembling me. Eventually the depression hit its ceiling.

That ceiling turned out to be the start of my healing. Through it I found Reiki, and Reiki introduced me to energy and intention — to the idea that what we carry inside us can be put into what we make.

Somewhere along that road, my hands found their way back. I picked up the pencil and the brush again, colors came back into my life, and I started making things for myself and then quietly gifting them to people I loved. Then the work moved off paper and into clay. Odd Muse was born there.

Odd Muse is the moment I stopped hiding my colors. For years the art lived quietly inside me — made privately, given privately, kept mostly to myself.

The first time I showed the work publicly wasn't just an event or a table of clay pieces. It felt like opening a door I'd kept shut for years. Odd Muse is my way of saying: this part of me gets to exist too.

I want Odd Muse to be more than handmade clay for sale — a place where art, emotion, energy and individuality sit together. I want people to find pieces that make them feel something: joy, curiosity, nostalgia, comfort, or just a small spark.

And I want it to be a reminder that there's beauty in being different, in making things without needing them perfect, and in letting the parts of ourselves we once put away come back to life.