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...
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...
(multiple one) there once was a woman who lowered a pendulum into the sea hoping this would it turn upside down – who listened through a golden funnel, until the sea entered her ear, through the ear into the palace – who was trying to leave fingerprints on the...
Mediterranean is becoming a mass grave was always a mass grave as soon as it rises it takes lovers, its bottom covered with keels luring and lashing: there’s land on the other side, towns to be piled to be fertilized the sea of heroes equipping their ships with wooden...