Dipping your hands in the clay, shaping it until it reaches the exact shape of your imagination. Enjoying the voids and silences of creative work. Of his solitudes.
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The clay is for me the perfect material and metaphor of contemporary greatness and fragility. Some days I imagine myself clay, others I am clay.
Dipping your hands in the clay, shaping it until it reaches the exact shape of your imagination. Enjoying the voids and silences of creative work. Of his solitudes.
The clay is for me the perfect material and metaphor of contemporary greatness and fragility. Some days I imagine myself clay, others I am clay.