Lots of things happening around me, it is hard to keep up. Sometimes London is like a vociferous hysteric headless chicken running around. I feel I would like to move to a smaller place so I may have an impact on it, instead of being engulfed and lost inside the turmoil of London. Things come and go, they are forgotten in a couple of hours, there is no much depth just speed.

One of my functional bowls.
I want my functional work to be used in many different ways. In the case of this bowl as a food container and as an aesthetic artifact.

sepoli

emptiness, we are surrounded by emptiness. We are obliged to wear a smile and to submit to the spectacle. We have to subscribe to the available roles and we have to deliver them professionally. We are not suppose to create, we are told to produce. We are naughty children that have to stop playing, imagining. We have no more time for that, we have to work. Work is a serious thing, strange duties and processes for us to specialize in. We are pressure to get into the tunnel to Ant Town. We will follow the path to find our designated small cubicles and we will produce /consume in there.