Clay is earth that whispers its wish to become art

The whisper of fingers pressing against a soft surface, the cut of a wire loop gliding over curves, the tender patting of a tool smoothing the contours of clay. Palms glide over the surface, shaping form, until the satisfying thud as the artwork is placed on the table. Intimate and subtle – as if the clay itself responds to your touch.

Recorded on Šutna Street in Kamnik.