Sometimes I wear my beast head

In the city, we are caged, with concrete walls so high,
Our spirits yearn for freedom, beneath the endless sky,
We dream of open spaces, where our hearts can truly soar,
And turn wild, like the creatures that we were meant to be before.

So we venture to the wilderness, where the air is pure and clear,
And leave behind the noise, the chaos, and the fear,
We breathe in the freshness, and let our souls ignite,
As we turn wild, and bask in the rustle of the night.

We run with deers, we dance with the bears,
We roll with boars, and let our laughter fill the air,
We walk in the light of the moon, and let the stars guide us home,
As we turn wild, and let our true selves roam.

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Wild clay and limonite wash from Puisaye

Fired in oxidation at 1250°C

⌀ 31,5 cm

The clay for this large tile was foraged from the Puisaye region. The yellow oxide wash is made from limonite pebbles sieved from the clay itself.

It is decorated with the sgraffito technique.

The Puisaye region in France has a secular pottery tradition dating back to the Middle Ages, also thanks to the vast high fire clay deposit it sits upon.