We all are a ball of clay.
We all are shaped by our past, our environment, we all are bearers of stories…
My story is nomadic. Always walking from here to there, from there to further, observing humans life and death, nature life and reborn. I traveled a lot inside and out.
I am now, here with a ball of clay…
We all are a ball of clay!
I am exploring shapes…
The shape of emotions, the shape of sadness, the shape of pain, the shape of love, the shape of despair, the shape of craziness, the shape of melancholy, the shape of hope…
The human shape of poetry…
“A woman” explores melancholy, this meeting point between fragility and strength. The dark stoneware gives her the strength she seems to not have. Her long neck, to fly away and survive all kinds of pollution.
