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I observe and absorb what happens around me.
I use clay as a means to interpret the feelings this leaves behind.
Darkness next to the pure white.
Coarse strokes and barely visible sheer shades.
Brittle thin edges, diffuse folds, surfaces and interiors.
What almost does not hold together, but still does.
On the verge.
What is concealed but has been seen and remembered.
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