They say the world around us is getting poorer ” verbally” : the
communicative space of written and readable texts are more and more
replaced by noises, voices, whispers , screams and music. But the winner
is the visual language. Everything is filled with images: I live in he
intoxication of the spectacle: the highway is not the road for me, but
the scene of meadows,forests, I,am fascinated by the sky and the vapor
trails of airplanes, and large grafittis melting away ” like grief on
the walls of houses “. I see images behind all the written and heard
words——-this is how I became a ceramic artist and fall in love
with photography, and also the transmitting, conversation of pictures
to the ceramic surface