Then I entered a strongroom of vocabulary... sculptures Where words like urns that had come through the fire... pottery Stood in their bone-dry alcoves next a kiln... sculptures And came away changed, like the guard who’d seen... pottery The stone move in a diamond-blaze of air... sculptures Or the gates of horn behind the gates of clay. pottery

Welcome- Ben-venuto!

Welcome to my site. I am Giulia, I make sculptures, pottery, and jewelry with many different clays, from commercially prepared mixes to wild clays that I dig and wash myself. I always work by hand, sometimes handbuilding, sometimes on a potters wheel.

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    Then I entered a strongroom of vocabulary
    Where words like urns that had come through the fire
    Stood in their bone-dry alcoves next a kiln

     

    And came away changed, like the guard who’d seen
    The stone move in a diamond-blaze of air
    Or the gates of horn behind the gates of clay.

    from ‘To a Dutch Potter in Ireland’
    Seamus Heaney