Letters to my grief...

It was a long break, but I definitely needed it, and I'm glad to be back.

Over the past year, I had the chance not only to reflect on what would happen with Eyra and the direction my work would take, but most importantly, to pull myself together.

Last year was the hardest of my life – not only for me, but also for my husband. After one silent pregnancy, we were hopeful that this time everything would work out and that we would finally become parents. We were buying baby things, preparing clothes, and slowly redecorating the little room. We were looking forward to this January, when we would be three, and to welcoming our daughter Rozárka into the world.

But then everything went as wrong as it possibly could, and for reasons that are still unclear, we lost her. The very next day, after learning she was a girl and giving her a name. The very next day, after the doctor told me everything was fine.

Our world completely collapsed, and we are still struggling with the consequences. Not only with what happened, but also with the fact that life kept throwing more obstacles in our way: another miscarriage, more health problems, stress, depression, and the constant need to pretend that we are actually fine.

Letters To My Grief is a collection through which I’ve expressed everything I carry inside me – all the emotions, the grief over our unborn daughter. It is also a message for everyone who has experienced something similar: you are not alone. The collection is about sadness, loss, pain, and the emptiness that remains afterward.

I put a piece of myself into this collection, and I quietly hope that you will find something in it you connect with. It is unlike anything I have created before – in shape, structure, and, most importantly, in material. Because you will no longer find gold-plated copper in my work, but rather tin with an admixture of silver, combined with sterling silver or surgical steel.