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Marion Jonac
Delicat cherry tree blossom, shining soft, red coral, touseld chalices, the eternal wonder of the almond flower. Upon the simple, calming shapes, sometimes challenged by the fantasy of the goblets, perpetual spring gently flourishes on Marion's pots, softly, softly, hinting of delicate perfumes. “Around the workshop fire the porcelain dances on the wheel, the paintbrushes and colours tell their tales. They speak of nature and of time; of the seasons, of the wind and the cherry trees. Of the fragility of butterflies, soap bubbles and the ephemeral nature of human beings. And I, I try to capture and transpose all of this through my pots.”
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