The start,The sentence: "I am the missing piece"

The project began not with form, but with a sentence. The closing lines of the Triennale call “I am the missing piece” struck a personal chord. While reading John Fosse’s circular, contemplative prose, I found myself sketching ceramic structures that embodied absence, return, and invocation. I envisioned a fragmented, looped form across which the Triennale sentence could circulate, not written, but encoded.

In the first three days after the call, I moved from inscribing text on folded clay forms to encoding meaning via Braille, a system I carry on my own skin. That intuitive pivot marked the project’s genesis.