16/02/2026
Ceramic figures, thrown and altered.
Wheelthrown bodies, shaped by movement, altered by pressure, and left intentionally imperfect. Each figure begins the same way, centered, spinning, yet slowly shifts into its own posture, its own memory of time.
These forms speak about walking parallel paths: together yet individual, familiar yet changing. The distortions are not flaws but traces of transformation, marks of passing moments, small resistances and quiet evolutions.
I’m interested in what happens when control softens and the clay responds back, when repetition creates difference rather than sameness. Seen as a group, they feel like a shared journey: many presences moving forward, carrying their own weight, leaning, adapting, continuing.
Handmade on the wheel, altered by hand, and glazed to emphasize movement and flow.
Which one feels closest to you right now?