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.
folded porcelain cups for 'caffé macchiato' or for 'a caffé marocchino...'
they are slightly higher than usual coffee cups,
so there is space for the milk and / or chocolate...
more like these.
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CERAMICS - working with porcelain; folding it, bending it, writing and drawing on it, loving it, making it mine!