A.A.A.mareggiate

Thinking of the sea, to the waves, the splashes, its reflections, the colors and the scents. I act on the clay carving, curving, removing and adding white clay; I impress marks that bring me back to the shoreline. Movement. The perpetual motion of the sea. Sinuous lines on the sand. The wind. I create. Drying. The first firing. Finally, it is coming out of the kiln. The color phase begins. The white has a lot to say, it leaves room for imagination. I choose the color, light blue, blue and turquoise in the infinite shades. Purple is the sunset. Crystalline. Second firing. Again the surprise of the kiln. Assembly. Suspension. Lightness.