"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 wind, water, earth mould the shape of trees; the extruded structure of these pieces, firmly rooted by their base, often twist and bend to a near fall during the making and firing.

The out-of-control nature of the final pieces are the important moments and unexpected directions to be contemplated. 

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