Ceramic Wall Pieces

Do you know those meditative moments when after a certain amount of time gazing at the walls of an old house, the grain of a stone or the clouds in the sky become figures and landscapes? I try to grasp my own fascination with grown structures, to internalise these permanently changing pictures, to examine their form, to translate them in terms of technique, to narrate them in an autonomous language in clay.

1983 – 2003
2004 – 2020