White and red
There is this bowl. There are strawberries. There is this June evening. There is love.
Meet my ugly children
Right. So here they are. My first batch of... well... pots(?) gone through all the stages of hurt and glory a pot can go through:
I bought the clay.
I kneaded it.
I threw it on my traditional... Read more
I remember very clearly that endless summer holiday when I fell in love for the first time. I was 9, rather well-behaved, short-haired, curious, somewhat shy. So yeah, I had a crush on this movie... Read more
We are visiting my parents these days, so yesterday we took a trip to Sighișoara, a town nearby where I bought my very first glazes from! Very hooray! Half a kilo transparent, one kilo white and... Read more
A heartful of words
Oh, all those words! I love all of them, resent many of them, remember some of them. Today I imprinted some in clay, letter by letter - each letter picked from an alphabet soup, go figure. 'Cause who... Read more
Days full of sun, laden with longing. Too much to say, so I will just show you an unfired, unglazed bowl, apple flowers and dandelion fluffs.
Dirt and red nail polish
Self-explanatory. This pretty much sums up my life with clay (and this whole gig called life, in general): the fatigue, the patience, the frustration, the patience yet again, the improvement, the... Read more
This whirling dance inside
I'm reading a rather poorly written beautiful story called "The Forty Rules of Love", by the Turkish writer Elif Shafak. As I try to ignore the clumsiness of the writing, I really love the story I am... Read more
Omnium rerum homo mensura est
Ever wondered why a cup is... cup-shaped? And why mugs are - how should I phrase this - as deep as they are?
So many things have fallen into place since I've taken up pottery! One of them is that... Read more