The wafer-thin edge of high-fired kaolin clay, as an almost fictitious border between inside and outside, between the same people in different landscape, the same earth, fertile and barren. Inside, soft secured curled life. Outside, hard, delineated. Inside and outside, the same color of pigment with molochite and chamotte. Same, but also inexorably different. Outside wants inside, but the line seems inexorable.
Seems, because at the same time the line is almost apparent. If we shift our gaze, we also see a crossroad where the elements, earth, air, water and fire, come together in unison. The Four driving elements, the power of life, in one oxymoron: hard softness. Art as a meeting place of people and cultures.