Mohammad Azzam

The real chapter started over a decade ago, watching my dad throw pots when I was a kid.

He never taught me directly. He wanted me to find my own hands on the wheel instead of copying his. So I taught myself, one collapsed bowl at a time — and that stubborn, self-taught streak is still how I approach everything I make.

That same instinct is what led me to found Creative Art Center. Design school gave me the language for it: Figma, Illustrator, InDesign, Procreate, Photoshop, whatever the project calls for. But pottery gave me the patience.

What drives me is building things that are mine. Not inherited, not templated — built. Friends would call me driven, and they're not wrong. I'd rather ship the imperfect thing I made myself than admire the polished thing I copied.

Right now that means growing Creative Art Center beyond Amman, with an eye on Jeddah and Riyadh, while sharpening the design side of what I do through every project, poster and brand I take on. The next chapter is bigger studios, bigger portfolios, and the same hands that started on a pottery wheel a decade ago.