A WAKE FOR TONI (arrival) It was the olive-picking season, the octopus hunting had begun, the last glimmers of summer were fading, and I certainly wouldn’t have gone back there, only you can’t go back to somewhere you’ve never been. No, I guess I would never have visited that...
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...
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...
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...