"Just one brief glance was all that I needed to
Believe that you might feel what I feel for you
In the night I wake up hard breathing
No peace, you're calling to me, am I dreaming?
I don't know what to do when you call to me
I never really knew I belonged to you"
Black stoneware, tainted textured engobe (brick and glass splitters), partially glazed, burnt at 1230°C
12,8 x 14 x 7,4 cm