Nowadays it is all about that elusive glaze. Obtaining golden lustre out of common materials. The alchemist dream. A quest for beauty, a need to understand beyond functionality, art as an existential necessity. A dream of colours that have never been seen, of shapes always organic that remind us of life, so fragile, so tenacious. And joy, joy and play in the process. That's what counts. Never the outcome, as there will always be some imperfection. Finding beauty in all its imperfections.