lucia olivieri

The woods are alive with moss and lichens, old and withered trees,  growing saplings and  wild animals of air and earth. Rocks change colour and shape in the course of the years, flowers bloom and disappear, a roedeer runs like  a spirit in the distance...


saggar firing


saggar firing

Ever listening to the sounds of these woods, inhaling the smell of the damp earth, contemplating the passage of immensely graceful yet invisible presences

the fox

obvara firing

petals and rust

pinched paperclay 


saggar firing

big ears

raku firing

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