As part of a wider initiative that included most of the resident ceramicists of Perugia, I opened up my private studio to the public for the day. As I was planning what to do during my “laboratorio aperto” an idea struck, what if I got my parter and sisters involved for even more fun. Why not use this city-wide event as an excuse to have ourselves a little party? So that we did.

My creative rituals have corrected my course multiple times, never leading me astray. I got here because of the hours spent with my hands covered in dirt or clay. Living the seasonality of this life closer to nature through my relationship with garden. I return to her as I return to myself. She teaches me a type of patience that cannot be logically explained. The clay humbles me and teaches me that time is an ingredient. What does it say about me that my days are spent engaging in activities that have no other option apart from collaborating with time? Ever since I started steering the ship that is adulthood, my curiosity with time has drawn me to take this path. It’s a path overgrown with moss, a path that feels like returning to the warm embrace of my earth mother.