In essence, I’m not interested in perfection. Being free of flaws and defects directly contradict my idea of freedom of expression, and I see my wor in ceramic as a vehicle for communicating freedom.
I connect each piece with my thoughts, with memories and feelings. Each piece turns into a diary, and a series of them become books, written with an idiomatic force that my hands can only achieve at the contact with the clay.
There is no way to hide an emotion I have to be one hundred percent with the piece for it to arise, and at that moment the piece and I are one.
If I make a bowl, a table or a complex sculpture all you see is a captured moment, maybe even an instant all you see is me. I know this because my ceramics are the closest I have ever seen myself.