I’m so fond of this piece. It’s entirely a product of each moment of its creation, from the paper that was folded at an angle, then straightened on the top and bottom, the emergence of form from out of the mess of colour and texture. I worked with the frame too, to give it a sense of coming through difficulty but retaining its integrity and beauty. Much like the story of this small Czech village and its porcelain factory which confiscated from the owner families by the Third Reich.
I imagine the workers in this commandeered factory continuing through all of the ugliness, supporting each other as they crafted beautiful things. There’s a conversation happening in this painting too, between the handles of pot and cup. Moments of peace and beauty amid all the riot and chaos of the ground.
