Being lost for words in the face of mystery…

Our contribution to a ceramic creation goes far beyond the creator’s own capacities and skills, because mystery happens behind closed doors of the kiln where we no longer have access.Here the body withstanding the heat gets rid of its impurities, melting down in a consuming fire that suddenly becomes the light. As the kiln the kiln’s content transforms into transparent beings, the boundary between outside and inside seems to dissolve. In this light, there is no darkness or heaviness, no resistance of the matter, only radiance on the wall. Concepts or desires dissapear, for everything become liquid. In this transforming energy things are born and reborn, shaped and reshaped. Of this passage we are only the witnesses within in our hands the solidified remains, still warm and brittle, within in our minds the fading echo of this miracle , in our eyes the sense of deep wonder for what is newborn.

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