The begin of Funerary urns -2019
I wanted, when I quitted art school, to focused on one particular technique. I craved that.
During the year i started my apprenticeship in ceramic, i learned automatic symetry with the pottery wheel, first time putting both hands in wet clay. Light colors, simple shape.
My old friend
Death is a fundamental reality of our human condition. An intrinsic one. but it is easy to Forget. Not for me... I have a singular relation to it. She was always present as long as i can remember. One of the first time she appears, I was in elementary school. This feeling of sinking. Like an easy and reassuring door to pass. Don’t be sorry or worried. I want to celebrate death. Hold hands with her because if it wasn’t for her. no joys. No life at all. The simple thought of her caressing my mind reminds me that i’m alive. And pushes me harder.
My funerary influences became more and more present here. Or at least they became clearer.
Symbols and signals, became harder to ignore. Her presence forge my thoughts. Like an old friend.
