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.

12.3.07

twee kommetjes









twee kommetjes
wit en roze porselein
met gele rand

two small bowls
white and pink porcelain
with yellow rim
Etichette: foto ceramica