«The One Who Bathed in the Ocean»

I had to join the clay coils together as fast as possible. Watching the ocean from my kitchen window, I hurried — not because the sun was already setting, but because at any moment my infant could wake and I’d have to drop everything and run to rock him to sleep. And for now I myself needed the calm I found in working with clay. No thoughts, just following the hands. Trust in the process, inspiration from the water, monotonous handwork, and step by step a vase emerged, matching the tone of the bedroom walls in our new home. Relaxed yet focused on simple small actions, feminine thanks to its pearlescent coating, but simple enough in form and meaning. She doesn’t need to invent anything. She is from real life.