July 31, 2020

“I take a handful of soil and think, what is in this soil and what am I supposed to make out of it? There is a kind of love between us. Before I create a work of clay, I go pick the soil for it, because I cannot make something whose soil I don’t know or recognize. Soil is made of broken down remains, the soil that I bring may be what was once the body of a human, of which a handful made it to me. I am responsible for finding out what this soil wants to become? Does the person whose remains are here approve of what I want to create, without my knowledge?”

“I often take a handful of soil without thinking and let it spontaneously build in the palm of my hands. If it melts, I won’t prevent it. I just watch and see what shape it wants to take. It is strange when you take dead soil, water it and bring it back to life. This is my style of work and I depend on spontaneity. Whenever I sell a work, I tell the customer please bring it back to me whenever it breaks. That is why my factory has a lot of broken pieces. It makes me glad that it travels around with a customer, but in the end comes back to me”