Not just a name
Wildflowers are quiet rebels. They grow in the most unexpected places: between cracks in the pavement, on rocky hillsides, in forgotten corners of the world. They bloom not because the conditions are easy, but because something inside them insists on growing anyway.
That’s exactly how Wildflower was born; not from sunshine and sparkles, but from a breaking point. In one of the lowest moments of my life, when everything felt like it was falling apart, I needed something that felt like mine, something no one could take away from me.
So I planted a seed. I created a little, fragile space online and called it Wildflower - not because I felt strong, but because I desperately needed to remember that I could be. It was my promise to myself that I would not give up.
Wildflower is more than a name. It’s a reminder that beauty can grow out of brokenness. That joy can return. That your art (your voice, your vision, your magic) will wait for you until you're ready to allow yourself to bloom.
Hi, I'm Andreea!
“OF ALL THE THINGS I’M NOT VERY GOOD AT, LIVING IN THE REAL WORLD IS PERHAPS THE MOST OUTSTANDING.” – Bill Bryson
If I had to pick one quote to describe me, this would be it. I’ve never quite fit into what most people call the real world. And honestly, I do my best to avoid it.
Instead, I teleport.
Working with polymer clay is my portal. It’s how I slip through the cracks of reality and step into a universe of my own making. A place with no rules and no limits. Just imagination, and the joy of creating things that don’t even exist (but should).
Though my background is in marketing, branding, and tourism, the wanderer inside me eventually led me here: sculpting detailed, colorful treasures from clay, in the hopes of sparking a smile on whoever stumbles upon it.
How I fell in love with polymer clay
My creative journey hasn’t followed a straight path. I’ve dipped my toes in everything from drawing to painting to photography, always searching for the thing that would stick. And for a long time, I doubted I’d ever find it. I was scared I wouldn’t be good enough to be an artist.
Then, in 2016, something happened. I stumbled across the work of an artist that inspired me in such a powerful way that it changed my life. Suddenly, I saw what was possible with polymer clay.
I ran to the craft store, grabbed two blocks of clay, and raided the house for tools. Armed with a stolen craft knife and a nail tools kit that belonged to my boyfriend’s grandma, I made my very first piece: a bird necklace. And just like that, I was hooked, and a dream started to shape: to inspire others with my art the same way that artist has inspired me.
Wildflower was born one year later.
How I found my way
But, at the time, I wasn’t ready to fully dive into my art. In the early Wildflower days, I was knee-deep in an identity crisis, feeling lost, restless, and stuck in a world that I didn’t belong to. So, I did something wild: I quit everything, moved to Italy and started traveling to find myself. And though I put my art dream on hold while traveling became my therapy, it never left my heart. I didn't fully stop creating but it wasn't my priority.
18 months later, when I returned home, things started falling into place. Slowly, gently, piece by piece. And when the world paused in 2020, I finally let myself fully bloom. With no distractions, I threw myself into my art and realized: this is it.
This is what I’m meant to do.
Since then, I’ve been sculpting consistently, pouring my heart into every piece.
I don’t believe in less is more, especially when it comes to details or dessert. My work is detailed, joyful, and unapologetically magical because I believe the world needs more wonder, more play, and more reminders that it’s okay to color outside the lines.
Each piece I make is a love letter to my inner child and a rebellion against reality.
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