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.


we live forever...

very thin plate and bowl, porcelain, with incisions, light blue glaze
they are so thin and light that they were almost blown away
by the wind on the Piazza Santissima Annunziata in Firenze...