My pots are like echoes, translations of something both original and universal: they are the evocations of pots. Ancient pots held water, grain, food; they served to store, to carry or to cook; they contained some sort of nourishment. The pots which I make, nourish me in an essential way. Thus, a dialogue can be established between the everyday object and the work of art.
The surface of my containers show movements like little waves, created by the imprint of my thumb. These irregularities reveal the individual soul of the piece; the simple trace of a finger indicating movement and life itself. My creations carry both ancestral and contemporary resonances, striving after universality. Always, everywhere, the clay, the hand, the pot.
Through slow and meticulous work, I am trying to reach a form which appears simple and self-evident, as if it couldnt be any other way. A form which does away with the notion of belonging to a particular culture or country or epoch. The form can, in an instant, be frustrated. The search for balance starts at the base of the pot and continues through its entire form. Each tiny handle, each little ridge that I add, has a meaning. The form dictates whether or not these additions are possible. One detail can destroy the harmony of a pot, or it can make it sublime.
– Sylvie Enjalbert