Four pieces, shaped without a map, led by something quieter than intention.
The material holds what words cannot : traces of memory, fleeting sensations, movement that is felt more than understood. Each form surfaced slowly, in that fragile space between letting go and listening.
These pieces exist where timelines blur, where what has been meets what is still becoming. A dialogue between gesture and the unseen, between the body and something just beyond it.
An intuitive process, almost whispered, where the clay seems to remember before I do.
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You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing, and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life.
Jiddu Krishnamurti
I had the great pleasure to host a Yoga class for @aigle , welcoming the warm days as we should. There is no such thing as an outdoor morning practice on the roof of Paris 🌻
@fuga_rooftop
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24 hours in London with @maisoncrivelli 🤍
revealing musc nurāsana, their newest scent, soft like a summer morning on the countryside, somewhere in Italy 🦢
@thibaud.crivelli
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