Shaping the clay requires long time, patience, concentration and confidence in the results… all mental attitudes that require serenity, break for a while the often too hectic pace of everyday life. Every time to reach the laboratory I go through a part of my city, I listen to its booming sounds, I look at its beauties and its ugliness, I slip into the urban flows of its streets… Then I go through the door of the laboratory and it’s like entering an other dimension. My mind is freed from all external impulses and it is focused on my working hands. In front of me there are only my turntable, tools and many coils… time passes and the object takes shape almost by magic.