MORE THAN SYMBIOSIS

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, some double beings – for of course the earth is alive, and alive is the fire they went through – stemming from the same base? Never made of two separatednesses, from the start they were one-and-two, more than symbiosis. In the beginning they had some sort of undergroundness – some of them, stubby, roundish, were called Tubers. Then they started to develop. Now there are those with blue-green glazes, those patterned only with smoke, those in warm colours, those with traces of vegetal world. Sometimes indifferent towards their doubleness, they don’t always aspire to have a name. But they start appearing under my fingers again and again, sometimes quite accidentally, from a piece of clay that came out of potter press in an irregular shape, or from a lump absentmindedly formed by fingers.  Then the growth: in every moment a choice between different possibilities of balance.

But the fact is they’re difficult to photograph without distorting their form.