on plaster
[practice]

I grew up in my father’s studio - an artist who worked extensively with plaster, especially when I was around five or six. He made body casts, so friends and family often passed through to become his subjects. I remember suffering a bit: my perpetually stuffy nose made it hard to breathe, and watching them lie there for hours with only two tiny holes for air gave me claustrophobia. Still, I helped him with some pieces, and from a very young age, I understood the material’s possibilities.

What draws me to plaster now is the dance between negative and positive space in formwork, the way it allows repetition while holding traces of the original.

But there’s still a lot to explore. In the pieces shown here, I combined it with foil, silicone, and acrylic, chasing organic forms that hover between wilted flowers, coral, and fungi - something fragile yet unsettling, caught between decay and growth.