tracciati

I imagine a space, immense, lying down, without color, indistinct, white.

Tracciati is the series of sculptures based on the idea of space, real or unreal. To the horizontal line of the plane, I contrast the necessity of verticality, to go up while remaining “wide”, infinite, to confuse the two dimensions. The advance is marked by furrows, the soft mixture of porcelain is sand, it is ground into which to sink but, the verticality of the ascent imposes hardness, the clay must overlap layer to grown, rise.

Then it be comes dust, rock, stone and I have to build my montain with crevices, paths, steps, the darnings of time and my fingers.

Materials: porcelain single-firing 1260°C