I am cranie
She has long learned to make her way into a fragile balance. A shadow that follows you wherever you go, stretching and retreating, now part of the landscape.
Maniac ire
A deformed landscape, where outlines shatter and colors fade. She is silence, only the heartbeat echoes in the bones.
I am in care
She is born from nothing and fills every empty space. She cannot be ignored: she is an absolute presence. Giving her a face means stripping her of her power.
I made a series of small ceramic boobs and gifted them to a few women close to me.
Each woman was invited to take one playful photo with her piece -no faces, just as they like it- and to give it a personal title.
What came out is a little collection of perspectives, full of personality:
the same object, often sexualized or reduced to a cliché, became a space to play, experiment, and respond. Some titles are cheeky, some tender, some sharp; together they tell a story of delicate reclaiming and self-expression.
"Ciao bella" it's a phrase many women hear without asking, meets “Bella ciao”, a known symbol of resistance and resilience.
By letting each participant decide how to pose, play, and name her piece, the project turns an intrusive gesture into a moment of empowerment, fun, and connection.
If you’re interested in helping it grow or being part of it, I’d love to hear from you.
I am Italian, and for me, food is much more than a necessity: it is culture, memory, and sharing. Sharing a meal carries a sense of belonging, a ritual that transcends time and generations. A set table is a place of encounter; a full bowl, a symbol of nourishment and hospitality.
Would You Keep Eating? explores what happens when this familiar gesture is interrupted. The bowl, meant to hold food, remains functional—but only up to a point. As the act of eating begins, the presence of the hands inside the bowl disrupts the gesture, creating discomfort. The bowl is no longer just a container; it becomes a boundary, a point of tension, a space for reflection.
This transformation reflects the Mediterranean: for centuries a source of nourishment and cultural exchange, today it has become a stage for tragedy. Once a bridge between cultures, now an abyss.
The bowl invites the viewer to confront this transformation, facing the choice to continue eating or stop.
This sculpture reflects how clay can hold and transform what we carry within.
Shaping it offered a sense of grounding.
The piece remains a quiet trace of that process.
In the dance of my hands and the clay,
I found myself along the way
On an endless learning journey,
a story, a pot, shaped day by day.
