i really don’t know how to call this
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okay, relax! if you’ve made it this far, take a look, this is where i talk about stuff ± show stuff ± ignore stuff
feel free to write me about anything
i’ll be posting regularly but please! - for your on saftey, DO NOT stay too long.
I do ceramics for around a year inconsistently, lately I let go of the wheel and started make ceramics by hand and it works better for me. it’s slower, more thoughtful and more flexiable and I could ‘easily’ go bigger with my work so I wanted to try and make a simple vase for the first time, but it was kinda boring so I was thinking “I should make a hole just like my scars!” but then “I should do two so I can see the other si.. . ….” look, thoughts can be very violent, they can bully the previous one and erase it completely so no more quotes. It’s me writing and thinking anyway. What I like about this vase is that it can be multiple things, or rather meanings. Yes I did it to simulate how they open my chest to fix my heart and light came through, through the cracks and the struggle, the pain and suffer and I might suggest you should open your heart too (metaphorically of course!) and don’t be afraid to crack it cause light travels through the cracks.
my second favourite thought is more dramatic and somewhat negative, is how the vase can’t fulfill its own destiny by holding water to feed the flowers. I like the visual idea I had in my mind of trying to fill the vase and the water keep spilling out. (in some point i thought of water being blood but I like being dramatic).
I never knew what will come out, I was just playing and inviting thought after thought, idea after idea until I found the light.
this is quite self explanatory. for now it’s just an idea, a sketch.
my initial idea was to make a small book with ideas and drawings I did and pictures.
i’m still not sure if it’s a joke or not cause this thoughts are real. i think the joke is that you can’t really unthink a thought but you can have an idea of what might trigger or calm them down.
and if you do have such thoughts, feel free to contact me and we can share them in a safe space.
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DOs in black
DON’Ts in red
But it mainly throws me into the world of bullfighting. That cursed and ugly sport which, in a very paradoxical way, is also aesthetically pleasing. The arena, the set design, the styling of the Matador de Toros (literally “bull killer”), and the bull’s blood, with its intense colour, in this case, the colour of death.
I want to linger on rage. The rage of the bull that is attacked, wounded, and bleeding. The outward, explosive rage of De Niro the boxer, and my own inward, contained rage.
Each of us confronts and responds to rage differently, but it is present and undeniable.
I don’t know if you have ever seen a bullfight (in real life or on screen). The bull is attacked, wounded, in pain, frustrated, and essentially dying. There is a moment when you can look into its eyes and see the pain, the suffering, and mostly the dilemma of whether to attack or to surrender.
My raging bull candle holder is also bleeding (you can see the blood splashes), but it’s strong and tough, standing and lighting the entire room.
- Handmade black clay with splashes of clay and colour.