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.
a taste of springtime..
porcelain, inside glazed
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CERAMICS - working with porcelain; folding it, bending it, writing and drawing on it, loving it, making it mine!