I stretch it, paint it, fold it, going to the limits of its strength, fragility and transparency.
And it often leaves me in desperation because of its fragility.
It leaves me breathless with the feeling of happiness to see its fragile intensity.
a homage to Sidney Bechet
porcelain 'flowers' with blue 'tattooed' rims - oxides and gold
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