CERAMICS

CERAMICS, FOR ME, IS A GAME: TO GET MY HANDS DIRTY, TO KNEAD, TO LET FORM APPEAR. SCULPTURE COMES TO EMBODY: A CORRUPTED IDOL AND THE TOTAL EXPRESSION OF WHAT IS. ITS SURFACE IS ESSENTIAL: THE SENSATION IT LEAVES ON THE SKIN, THE COLOR, TRANSLUCENT, SATURATED, POWERFUL; THAT ONLY CLAY CAN REVEAL. SCULPTURE LIVES SPACE WITH US.

I WANT THOSE WHO HOLD ONE TO SEE IT AS A TOY, AN OBJECT LIKE THE ONES WE REVERED AS CHILDREN, NOT FOR THEIR MEANING, BUT FOR THE JOY THEY GAVE AND WE KEPT WITH A SECRET POSSESSION FOR THE MATTER — THAT INSTINCT TO HOLD THINGS, TO FEEL THEY WHISPER ONLY TO US. AS THEY DO.