In a few weeks, Winter Magazine comes out, and I’m in it.
Rhyming is pointless.
The words also, indifferent.
Tactile. They almost look like ceramics. By Doug Johnston.
You’re sure you left it right here, right where you’d never remember look.
And you know you’d never look back here, right?
I’ve been invited by the French gallery Le Salon to take part in an exhibition and have decided to involve visitors, making an interactive story on the themes proposed: Fetish, Totem, Taboo and Divan.
For my next project, I’m photographing sea shells. I don’t have a soft box, but came up with this really simple trick and it’s such an elegant (and cheap and handy) solution for small objects/macro that I have to share it: Just cut the bottom off a white plastic cup, and presto! You have a […]
I’ve taken two weeks off to prepare for the exhibition and I’m pushing the last stretch. Four days left of full-time creativity and I’m loving it! I receive frequent, feline inspections for quality-control. The pencils smell fine, it seems.
February was my sister’s birthday. I wanted to make something special for her and felt inspired by one of David Hick’s ceramic pieces, thinking it would make a beautiful necklace. As I translated his piece into small Fimo beads, I realised this didn’t represent my sister much, and set out to make another piece that […]