Life

My work begins with a preoccupation: how thin can a form become before it trembles, and how close to breaking must it be to feel alive?

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During a sudden illness, I turned to paper clay and slip-casting to pursue that question. These materials let me pull the walls of the vessel toward the edge of collapse, holding on just enough to endure. From clay to glaze, every decision in this piece is an attempt to register the precariousness of a body— its beauty, its limits, its need for care. The surface does not conceal that vulnerability; it acknowledges it.

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For the exhibition, I placed the work on a surgical trolley. That clinical frame was important: it shifts the piece from a neutral display to a site of tension, invoking the cold brightness of hospitals and the quiet dread that accompanies them. The trolley asks viewers to meet the work not only as an object but as a patient—fragile, exposed, and held in place by the instruments that both threaten and protect. Fear and tenderness coexist there.