For over fifteen years, while exploring mines and quarries, walking along embankments and the edges of ponds, seeking out secluded springs or hiking up mountains, I have gathered clays and minerals.
With these materials, transformed by wind, rain and frost, I mix my clays and glazes. The moment of modeling the clay. Under the slow, continuous pressure of the fingers, in the hollow of the hand, clay becomes bowl.
Bisque-fired in the bright orange flame of the wood-burning kiln, partly or totally smoke-fired, the bowls are glaze-fired one by one over several hours.
Each bowl, each work is a fruit ripened by fire.
