Brutalist Echo – An Experience in Clay, Form, and Raw Honesty
The clay holds traces of touch, time, and creation.
Every line, pattern, and structure is a repetition—an imprint of a hand, a movement, a tool, a force.
Within the material, echoes of what once was remain—impulses, history, memories.
An echo is, at its core, a reflection—an imprint of something spoken, shaped, and brought into existence.
These works embody that idea, yet they are not merely reflections—they are eruptions. A raw, unfiltered force, moving without warning, sometimes impossible to contain. A process as brutal as it is honest.
The clay yields to the pressure of hands; fire transforms the fleeting into the enduring.
What remains is the physical imprint of an inner movement—a Brutal Echo in Form.
