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.

10.9.10

Argillà 2010

appena tornata da Faenza ho trovato questa foto nella mia posta
Grazie Roberta!