A Potter's Diary

Sometimes they are more, but usually they are two, and usually there is some sort of contrast. No, I don’t think they’re a couple in love, maybe parent and child, most probably close friends, connected by a mutual void, a void that cannot be named properly (a sort of fullness). Or are they something more, […]

It was a clear idea; it appeared all at once, fully completed. It was a heroic deed: all in one piece, but made of two kinds of clay. Because the contrast of light and darkness could not have been the result of some treatment on the surface, of colour and glaze; the opposition stems from […]

When you make things with clay sometimes it happens you don’t manage to translate your idea into the material. The name for this? – a failure? a problem? The causes reside in reality: resistance of material, insufficient mastery of technique.  When that happens it’s possible to give up your idea or adjust it to demands-limitations […]

There are days that absorb moisture and crack. There are days that simply don’t have a right balance, whichever way you turn them. There are days that should be observed through another day to become more beautiful. (How many days are there really?) There are untidy ones and those that don’t manage to look original. […]

My adventure with ceramics began while I was writing a long novel. In the moments when I would stop and think about the next move in the text I was drawing a sort of patterns – never the same, but always in the same frame, 6×6 little squares. I don’t remember exactly the crucial moment […]