OBJECTS OF CONTEMPLATION
"It was an uncertain fall. At the heart of the forest, there were quiet sounds of cracking and swaying ."
"Uncertain fall" are objects of contemplation, an on-going series started during the first wave of confinement.
The glazes craze and peel like a birch tree shedding its winter bark for its re-awakening in the next season. While it is true that wind, water, earth mould the shape of a tree; the extruded structure of these pieces, while firmly rooted by their base, often twist and bend to a near fall. The out-of-control nature of the final pieces are the important moments and unexpected directions to notice.