The answer could possibly hide in the colourful vessels of the Massai, sprinkled along Tanzania’s dusty roads. Or perhaps in the surprisingly monochromely decorated vessels of the Paracas pre-Columbian culture enlivening the museums of Arequipa and Cusco.
The hypnotic echoes roaring of the magic of the great Epidavros theatre or of the scorching hot streets of the ancient city of Pella invade my senses as I try in vain to rekindle snippets of my quiet memory.
Or, maybe, it was in the quaint silence of the narrow streets overflowing with great amphorae -now nurturing into full bloom the wonderful Bougainvillea flowers- scattered at the gates of the houses of the Monemvasia fortress?
Or, who knows, in the great submerged pithos from the old port of the new Epidaurus?
I am certain that I have discovered the peak of the classical Hellenic ceramics art in the fascinating Athens Museum of History. It was there, surrounded by the breath-taking creations of the great anonymous artists rooted in classical Hellenism, that I understood without a shadow of a doubt that tradition is not a destination in itself, but rather a permanent and necessary source of inspiration in one’s otherwise obsessive and eternal quest towards authenticity.
Bearing all of the above in mind, we humbly wish to knead in the products of our work a glimpse of each fleeting emotion we have experienced in this fascinating and magic journey called life.
If you feel fed up with all the euphemisms of our mundane existence that have come to slowly engulf us, if the obsession for the mainstream and quantity has come to make you feel more and more estranged in a world that is increasingly devoid of a moral compass and valid benchmarks, then, maybe, our universe that breathes through the products we create may also resonate with you.