

Arrayed on raw earth like votive offerings, these ceramic basins cradle a quiet theatre of foldsβeach interior blooming into petal-like ridges that feel at once floral and anatomical. The composition balances repetition with deviation, letting the eye move between glazed whites and a single lacquered umber void that reads as memory, bruise, or depth. Sunlight rakes across the undulating rims, turning shadow into a second material and insisting that absence and containment are as tactile as the clay itself. In this meeting of vessel and landscape, the work suggests rituals of holdingβof preserving what is fragile, and of confronting what cannot be kept.







