Ceramics
Approach to Ceramics
When I started working with clay, I just wanted to try as much as possible. I did things I love, I did things that won’t matter anymore.
One thing became very clear to me: I love exploring and testing.
My pieces are, mostly, unique. I rarely make more than one piece although some ideas are more exciting and I am working in some collections.
I am fascinated by the work done by Lucie Rie. There’s something special about what she did.
I am also very attracted to Japanese ceramics. The wabi-sabi aesthetic, focusing on natural beauty, imperfections, and organic forms have inspired me.
You will find this influences on some of my pieces where I incorporate modern finishes and eclectic elements, blending traditional and contemporary influences
My collections
Collecting Memories: Maple leaf
Collecting Memories: To my dad
Collecting Memories: orchid
Collecting Memories: Hydrangea
Collecting Memories: leaf
Collecting Memories: Black Eyed Susan
Collecting Memories: random leaf
Collecting Memories: Dark Autumn
Collecting Memories: A day in NY
The Beauty is Within. We see fruit, but don't look for seeds. We look at a leaf, but not under it. We value the outside and miss the inside. Try again! Look inside!
Magnolia. Who said they have to be white? Who said they have to be beautiful? Who said they have to smell nice? Who said?
Mothers. I had many. The one who carried me inside is gone. I can't put a face to her. I was there. At least I was told...
Food for Thought. This is the one I recognized. A "conversation piece" as I was told. A head without a body. A body without a head.
Tree of life. My life Growing pains Colors inside the boring, hard skin Roots that went beyond the rug Arms holding loads and loads And I stand tall
Sarita. She was always wearing red lipstick. She always had something to say. One day she said goodbye. Now her star brights up in the sky, in red.
Menina-moca. She is growing up. Not a girl, not a woman (yet). She is menina-moca. Her head is full of dreams. She dresses with the colors of some of her dreams. Will they ever come true?
Hell. After feeling ignored, dismissed, forgotten and invisible. Then I looked in the mirror. I do matter. I found beauty (and peace) after the pain.
Holding the space. What is "in between"? Recycled. Reshaped. Confused. Until then, I'll be holding this space for you.
Unrestored. Tree or coral reef? Protect or Restore? It is hard to look without questioning our choices. Are there answers? All I know is: “The privilege is invisible to those who have it”.
Belly button. A story about a food bank inspired me to create this piece. Hunger is something you can't understand unless you don't have access to food. A reminder that many have stretched beyond limits we don't know.
Disguised. A walk with my dog led me to the birch bark and my mind started playing with the idea of creating a mask. Who will be wearing it? Why hiding? From fox to ET, it all came to how we show who we really are. Or maybe we shouldn't.
Brookline
Lua Nova
Fazenda do Paiol
My garden
Grief
Blowing in the wind
Little secrets
The first
Last drink
Pororoca
Hide and seek
Life Explosion (Sold)
Impressions
Little impressions
Touch it