Porcelain.
I stretch it, paint it, fold it, going to the limits of its strength, fragility and transparency.
It often leaves me in desperation because of its fragility.
It leaves me breathless with the feeling of happiness to see its fragile intensity.

26.1.08

gekreukelde kommen, borden, kopjes



"dainty and delicate"

25.1.08

'folded paper' bowl






gekreukelde vazen

24.1.08

nog meer gekreukelde kommetjes

19.1.08

jewels ; brooches, rings


small stories and a lullaby




pieces of a letter
a surface of ice blue
some lines of gold
some half forgotten song...



rings

17.1.08

more 'frozen' plates and bowls






porcelain paper-like plates & bowls

4.1.08

folded love letters (large and small)





see also "fragility- some thoughts.."

2.1.08

'frozen paper' plates

detail of plates


'frozen paper' plates differently



I'm at the Lago Maggiore now, in Oggebbio
looking out of the window over the water
it is almost snowing

small white pieces of paper
wishing you a happy new year