The moon is sometimes a glowing golden ball and sometimes a shy sliver peeking through the darkness.
It has been at the forefront of my work since the birth of my first grandson in 2010, who has ‘Trisomy 21’.
On moonlit nights, we have laughed and hugged each other. I find our lives together a reflection of the moon’s cyclic phases, serene rhythm, and its waxing and waning.
In this work, I have experimented with alternative firing techniques such as Raku and Obvara to render the beauty and warmth of naked clay in every individual piece. Drawings and zinc plate etchings play the role of backdrops, deep skies to my moons. Morphing itself into forms and textures, the show attempts to strike a delicate balance that is both feminine and bold, delicate and powerful.