Ceramics stories

I had the chance to spend a few days at a ceramic atelier in Malicorne, a village in the Pays de la Loire. Malicorne has a centuries-old ceramic tradition, dating back to the XVIIIth century. The ceramics here are made with clay collected locally.

I love drawing. I draw every day. I wanted to get my hands on ceramic painting, taming the chalky surface of the glaze with my brushstrokes. I decided to treat the plates as pages from my sketchbook.

The plates offer limitless ways to explore narration with malice and wit. Each of them is a fragment: one is a compacted cosmogony, another tells the story of a Rwandan female chief, and others are callbacks to millenia old Cretan vases.

Ceramics are paintings that will never fade. Like diamonds, an antechamber to eternity, or just a flash in our lives at a luncheon.