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.

17.6.09

in the shade of the trees



it is summer and terribly warm and it didn't seem a good idea
to heat the kiln..... but these days I had to....
so it was better to leave my atelier alone
and to stay under the shady trees..