19/04/2026
I think I’m getting closer to defining my style.
If you’ve been following my ceramics journey, you’ve probably noticed how often I worry about not having a recognizable style the kind individual artists are known for. A couple of months ago, I made a quiet promise to myself: to explore freely, without constantly pressuring myself to create something “different” just for the sake of it.
In the beginning, my work was… strange. Sometimes funny, sometimes loud. Pieces that almost shouted at you. I worked a lot with underglazes, and even though they felt limiting at times, they gave me a way to express something raw inside me. There was this inner rage, a need to be seen and heard (even if I couldn’t fully admit that to myself back then).
Then came glazes. And honestly… what a struggle. I don’t think I’ve ever faced that level of unpredictability before. I didn’t test properly, I rushed, and I ruined so many pieces. At some point, I just couldn’t take it anymore and had to step away for a while.
But even that chaotic phase mattered. I was obsessed with trying everything: different glazes, clay bodies, firing temperatures, shapes. If you look at the work from that period, it probably seems like it was made by completely different people (all of them slightly unhinged, to be fair).
And now… I feel like something is settling.
I’m starting to understand what I naturally gravitate toward, in forms, in textures, in color. I still love underglazes and painting, but I don’t feel the need to shout anymore 😁 I think I’ll always make the occasional bold, statement piece, but the core of my work is shifting.
I’m drawn to fluidity. To the alchemy of materials. I want to speak through color, shapes, patterns, and surfaces.
I’m not saying this is final. It probably isn’t. I’ll likely change my mind again (very soon, knowing myself). But this is where I am right now and I’m… happy about it. Strange, I know.
Just wanted to share before I get obsessed with the next thing 😁