I stretch it, paint it, fold it, going to the limits of its strength, fragility and transparency.
It often leaves me in desperation because of its fragility.
It leaves me breathless with the feeling of happiness to see its fragile intensity.
with onglaze painting
from a series of azulejos made in portugal)
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Etichette: foto ceramica
piastrella drago terracotta