Day One Hundred Two


A childhood friend can tell you something simple and open your eyes. I recently reunited with one of my high school friends I have not seen since our graduation. Someone told me that she was living in NY a long while ago but I did not make an effort to get in touch with her. We met at our studio a few days before I left to Milan and found that she wanted to do ceramics. So she came back yesterday to spend a few hours playing with clay with me. She said something interesting - something I did not make a connection myself but now it makes a lot of sense - that in my works she sees the beach we grew up on. The laid back beach, with Mt Fuji in the background on a clear day.Shells. Little creatures. A pile of concrete tetrapots. Of course.