Who, what, why Noisybeak?

After I left my last job working with clothes, I felt lost.

I was looking for something.

When I wasn’t backpacking, I was trying new art mediums.

Both are some kind of explorations I guess.

Then, I began to spent more time at home.

The brimming samples, toiles and textile waste troubled me.

I’m sure you already know my next move.

It was both logical and emotional.

I used what I have, and what I know.


Longing. Inquiry, Angst. Disappointment. Fear. Mischief.

All that, and more, that makes us human, are channeled into the dolls.

My dolls,

My noisy friends.

They don’t take no for an answer.