She makes only one of everything, using her hands. Unique and rare like your reflection on the mirror to the very least. She feeds the Tuluğ dynamic with the tiny forests left in our hands. It would be true to say that she creates it from scratch. The wet tree branch, the leaf that falls by your feet, weed or other pretty looking greens we don’t know the names to look better once looked from T a b i i atelier’s eyes.