Working with porcelain is learning to befriend disappointment — not to avoid it, but to make space for it, right beside hope.
I’ve grown accustomed to the fickleness of glazes, those promised colours that change their minds in the heat… But the cracks, the fractures, the sudden breaks — those are still unfamiliar griefs.
Ah, porcelain! Beautiful and unruly, delicate as a breath, yet quick to betray. A proper little mischief-maker in a graceful disguise, often leaving behind more shards than answers.
There’s a particular moment — that first glimpse when a piece returns from the kiln, still cloaked in mystery. It’s a heartbeat of anticipation: sometimes pure joy, sometimes a quiet kind of mourning. Each unveiling is raw emotion. Sometimes euphoria, sometimes farewell.
And yet, even in failure, there is a strange beauty. These fragments still tell a story — of gesture, of intention, of a dream that, though broken, existed.
