DINNER PARTY

There’s dinner. There are parties. And then there are dinner parties—where you end up in conversations with people you know, kind of know, or don’t know at all. Sometimes after talking, I feel like I understand someone more—or maybe I just get to know myself a little better. I started wondering what those conversations would look like if the energy had colour, if all those words and pauses and connections could be seen. Probably a bit messy, layered, and unpredictable. That thought shaped these porcelain wall pieces. I soaked fabric in clay slip, painted them with coloured stains, and then fired them—knowing the kiln would change them completely. Ceramics always carries this element of surprise. You think you know what you’re making, but the fire has its own plan. Kind of like a conversation—you throw something out there, and it might burn bright, fade out, or spark something unexpected. When I first saw the finished pieces, I thought they looked messy. But then I realized: that’s exactly what conversation is like. Especially at parties, over drinks, in passing moments with strangers. A bit awkward, mostly lovely, and sometimes, they leave you seeing someone—or yourself—a little differently. I made these on old cloth—ones you’d use to wipe down the table at the end of the night. They’ve soaked up scraps and leftovers and whatever’s been spilled.

Porcelain, stain, underglaze. 2025