For 20 years I have been impressed with the various paths that clay has taken me on.

By its whiteness and translucency , I have been an accomplice in its games.

Our exchange brings me to one of these stories …

where fragility becomes strength and the defect singularity.

The sheet of paper becomes porcelain or porcelain becomes a sheet of paper

– I do not know anymore.

At the end it’s just a new journey from contraction to expansion.

And I am reassured.

I breathe.