This moment will never come back. (2018)
I synchronise my breathing and gestures on the throwing wheel to create presence in my body.
420ml. the volume of my single breath.
I am sitting in silence. All I hear is my breath.
My body is in dialogue with the clay.
A lived moment in time.
My body let go of the passed moment. The lived experience is captured in the clay.
If breath means life how can i ignore it?
Video by Pablo Di Prima










